what i remember from 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
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night

Okay, I cheated a little. But it's hard to remember. I'm working on it.


God, I love Allen Ginsberg. Whenever I write about my fantasy life, he is my best friend. My lovers are, so far: Arthur Lee, Arlo Guthrie, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, you know, the usual.