I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets atÂ
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancientÂ
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
-Alan Ginsburg “Howl”
https://notes.utk.edu/bio/greenberg.nsf/0/6f7dd8b9270db5c585256d0d001e0a93?OpenDocument
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