"We're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside." ~ Allen Ginsberg

Allen Ginsberg - Howl

• "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"
• "who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz" 
• "who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night/ with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls"
•  "yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars"
• "who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross the Book of the Dead telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas"
• "who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism"
• "who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy"