Allen Ginsberg on Poetry

Poetry, generally, is a rhythmic articulation of feeling, and the feeling is an impulse that begins inside.    Like a sexual impulse, you know.  Almost as definite as that.  It’s a feeling that begins in the pit of the stomach, right?  And rises up through the breast, and out the mouth and ears, right?  And it comes forth as a croon or a groan or a sigh, right?  And you try to put words to that by looking around and trying to describe what’s making you sigh, just sigh in words, you simply articulate what you’re feeling.

~ Allen Ginsberg, from the movie Howl

For an interview with Allen Ginsberg check out Spring 1966 edition of The Paris Review – Allen Ginsberg, The Art of Poetry No. 8.. If you click on the “View a Manuscript Page” at the top of the article, you can see an original draft of one of Ginsberg’s unpublished poems from 1961.

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