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“Not like Dante discovering a commedia upon the slopes of heaven I would paint a different kind of Paradiso in which the people would be naked as they always are in scenes like that because it is supposed to be a painting of their souls but there would be no anxious angels telling them how heaven is the perfect picture of a monarchy and there would be no fires burning in the hellish holes below in which I might have stepped nor any altars in the sky except fountains of imagination”

Quote by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Work

A Coney Island of the Mind

This poetry collection delves into the complexities of city living and the emotional landscape of the human condition more

Author

Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, born on March 24, 1919, is a renowned American poet whose works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues. more

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