who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago --Allen Ginsberg, Howl, in reference to John Hoffman, whose poems were read by Philip Lamantia at The Six Gallery San Francisco 3119 Fillmore Street Cow Hollow October 7, 1955
Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust— Jack Kerouac speaking to Allen Ginsberg, in Ginsberg's poem Sunflower Sutra (1955)
“Shadow changes into bone,” was my Kerouackian motto, 1948, intending to say that eternal prophetic poetic intuition (shadow) will turn out to be real (bone). --Allen Ginsberg, Refrain (1948)