Howl

Allen Ginsberg “Howl” (excerpts) San Francisco, 1955—1956

 

 listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,

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,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

 

 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 were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

I’m with you in Rockland    in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Allen Ginsberg “Howl” (excerpts) San Francisco, 1955—1956

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