it seems everything black is bad in this poem...I'm not feeling it at all...
A Brief Guide to the Beat Poets
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night . . . --Allen Ginsberg, "Howl
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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