Ginsberg's Collected Poems Contains A

As If Hands Were Enough To Hold An Avalanche Off.

My Old Teacher's Definition Of Poetry Is An Attempt To Understand.

It Was Difficult Being A Teacher And Out Of The Closet In The '50s. By The Time I Retired, The English Department Was Proud Of Having A Gay Poet Of A Certain Minor Fame. It Was A Very Satisfactory Change!

My Thoughts Are Crowded With Death And It Draws So Oddly On The Sexual That I Am Confused To Be Attracted By, In Effect, My Own Annihilation.

The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate Candor And Secrecy Inside The Skin.