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.... Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence.

Ginsberg voices a recurring tension in his life: the desire to devote himself wholly to poetry and contemplative experience, set against the demands of paid work, public obligations, and the practicalities of survival. The wish to be a “city-hermit” fuses two impulses—urban sociability (museums, friends) and monastic withdrawal (quiet, leisure, writing). It also reflects a Beat-era ideal of reclaiming time from conventional labor in order to pursue art, perception, and spiritual or aesthetic attention. The ellipses and repetition (“never… never…”) convey exhaustion and longing, suggesting that for him poetry is not a hobby but a vocation requiring space, solitude, and unstructured time.