Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
So rich the stew the memory coming back to me the paddle blade cut into the water pulling up lily ...
The house awash in the smell of last night's dinner, now the stuff of soup, the simmering bones of the ...
We all took tentative, cautious steps into the icy sea Unsure of the wisdom of our temporary sojourn walking out ...
Christianity is a team sport, so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit. Sometimes it can feel lonely, different ...
The clouds sank down down to the pavement between five and seven tonight taillight soup, headlight soup we were swimming ...
A sick ten year old thought of me, before herself this afternoon, in the quiet of the house knowing my ...
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
That is what the bright neon sign read this bit of fun, this whimsy this place Leno would love to ...
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
Grass and needles and weeds stirred by arms and sticks in the pink pool in the yard The giggle twins ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
How I make my soup: I draw water from a tap . . . I am not an artist. And ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
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