Gregory Nunzio Corso (March 26, 1930 – January 17, 2001) was an American poet, youngest of the inner circle of Beat Generation writers (with Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S. Burroughs).
I feel capitol punishment is dooming U. S. A.
Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.
it's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-- I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
The judge said I was a menace to society because I had put crime on a scientific basis.
My father went into the armed service and I never saw my mother - I don't know what happened to her.
But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?
The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.
Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.
I just trust people and they sense everything's gonna be alright.
I feel I want to be wise with white hair in a tall library in a deep chair by a fireplace.
If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.
Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.
The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.
You see, I went to the sixth grade and that was the highest I ever went.
My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he'd be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.
I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.
If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.