Howl – Ginsberg
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
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Alcohol corners of pointless discussion
In spite of his desire to be completely forgotten, Bob Kaufman, another find from the beat generation. Three poems, one after the other. Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round [...]
The Terms in Which I Think of Reality
Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already. Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone's an angel. It's Heaven's mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity [...]
National Highway II
"...a bit player in someone Else's nightmare"- Stephen King, InsomniaCityscape and slums, dangerous traffic and trafficking, the national highway cuts into the narrow city streets. Every highway is a tributary [...]