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I can't even tell you when my love affair with Allen Ginsberg began, junior high maybe, when I first discovered the Beats. Kerouac, Burroughs...their brilliance and beauty and brazen phrases overwhelmed me. America opened my eyes. Howl carved out my heart and ate it for breakfast. I'm with you in Rockland, Carl Solomon! I'm there! I cursed Moloch for a year, swore everything was holy! holy! holy!, ached for those great minds of a generation destroyed by madness...
"who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas & Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull..."
hallucinating Arkansas & Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull..."
Happy birthday Allen Ginsberg.
