A repeat from December 1, 2004: Starving Hysterical Naked
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 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…
FYI I won’t be as obscure as last time because everyone SHOULD read Howl, by Allen Ginsberg — the whole poem is here and here. Looking for this, I discovered that May 20 was the 50th anniversary of its publication! Also even though it says zero comments at the old post, there are coments still there if you click.