Ginsberg's Collected Poems Contains A Wonderful Poem

Many Of My Poems Are Not Sexual.

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.

I Admired What My Students Were Writing, But I Think Their Improvement Doesn't Directly Result From Me But From Being In A Class, Being With Each Other.

I Notice That Students, Particularly For Gay Students, It's Too Easy To Write About My Last Trick Or Something. It's Not Very Interesting To The Reader.

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