This reblog is my contribution to the bombarding Valentine’s Day posts all throughout the internet. Gosh. Why am I even contributing to this overly sensationalized season. I don’t know. Perhaps I, myself still have a grip of that overly sensationalized definition of love that holds much weight with these form of expression- love letters. Also, I cannot help but fall in love with Jean-Paul Sartre’s letter to Simone de Beauvoir. It seems simple and genuine, also, very lovely.
1. Allen Ginsburg to poet Peter Orlovsky:
O Heart O Love everything is suddenly turned to gold! Don’t be afraid don’t worry the most astounding beautiful thing has happened here! I don’t know where to begin but the most important. When Bill [ed: William S. Burroughs] came I, we, thought it was the same old Bill mad, but something had happened to Bill in the meantime since we last saw him…but last night finally Bill and I sat down facing each other across the kitchen table and looked eye to eye and talked, and I confessed all my doubt and misery — and in front of my eyes he turned into an Angel!
What happened to him in Tangiers this last few months? It seems he stopped writing and sat on his bed all afternoons thinking and meditating alone & stopped drinking — and finally dawned on…
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