In San Francisco Ginsberg saw another psychiatrist, Philip Hicks, who asked him what he would like to do. "Doctor," as Ginsberg recalls his answer, "I don't think you're going to find this very healthy and clear,"
but I really would like to stop working forever--never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I'm doing now--and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And I'd like to keep living with someone -- maybe even a man -- and explore relationships that way. And cultivate my perceptions, cultivate the visionary thing in me. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence. Then he said "Well, why don't you?" I asked him what the American Psychoanalytic Association would say about that, and he said . . . if that is what you really feel would please you, what in the world is stopping you from doing it?
I'm an avid Ginsberg reader, and would really love to know where you got that from? I've never come across it before, and it's awesome.
ReplyDeleteIt was quite the random find. I was reading Leary's High Priest a few weeks ago, where he describes in great, great detail Ginsberg's first psychedelic trip, and I started wondering about how Ginsberg ended up in California in the first place. Many google searches later, I ended up here:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/50s/ginsberg50s.html
By the way, great music review last week. Ocarina of Rhyme was the most perfect nostalgic musical trip I could've ever hope for.