Wednesday, August 11, 2010

up with rainy days and with poetry!

here is my favourite bit of allen ginsberg's howl.

so, as we all know, it begins -

'i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked...'

then it goes -

'who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,'


  1. 'who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through
    snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,'


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