howl holy moloch!

by Karina Sun on Monday, June 6, 2011 at 12:52am

"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 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, who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity. While you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the total animal soup of time."

-- Howl, Allen Ginsberg