Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


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, …
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl

I saw the best of my generation playing pinball
Maked up and caked up and looking like some kind of china doll
With all of Adolph Hitler’s moves down cold as they stood up in front of a rock’n’roll band
And always moving upward and ever upward to this gentle, golden promised land
— Dan Bern, Wasteland

down the well
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