Monday, June 5, 2017

It AIn't Howlin', It Ain't Scowlin', It Ain't Got no Curds and Whey

Robert Frost is not my idol
since Allen Ginsberg holds that role
but he didn't give a fuck about rhymes.

Cadillac Man:  you may think you never taught anything ... but you did.

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,
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 bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and 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,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

- Excerpt from "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg

He was too beat for bongo and may not have done well on TV although Jack Kerouac could hack it when he was completely drunk.

I'll never even amount to a bump on his backside but nevertheless.

Some thought the wave of junkies
which has come in this decadent age
was something they invented
the word of some New Wave sage
but there's nothing new about it
we have seen it all before
where anytime it happens
the world gets that much poorer
but the money doesn't change
except to move to the upper hands
since they don't ever touch the shit
they just watch it in their lands

- Colonel Abuthnot Jones

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