10 Year Anniversary of Allen Ginsberg's Death

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,
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 cool 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...
excerpt of "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg

The 10th anniversary of Ginsberg's death was actually Thursday, April 5th. I completely missed it. I only realized it when I read Poppy Mom. If you want to read about my *Allen Ginsberg moment*, check out my comment in Poppy's Ginsberg post.

Or forget about me and just check out her blog - it's great!