A. Ginsberg – Howl

‘who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer

      a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell

      off the bed, and continued along the floor and down   

       the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision

      of ultimate cunt and some eluding the last gyzym of

     consciousness’

Beware the haunting world of Ginsberg’s apocalypse. It feels like a zombie invasion when you try to ‘get into’ Howl. Imagine all the actions described happening at the same time suddenly, panic everywhere, corpses on the streets, suicides and lavish sex in cheap hotels. Even Kurz haven’t seen so much horror.

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