A. Ginsberg – Howl

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls

Just got reminded about this one while watching Howl today ( a 2010 movie). Endless balls. In the court scene the proscutor demanded a clear answer what the hell could this mean. How can you keep a straight face with it? Dylan should stand somewhere in that room and sing ‘ballad of the thin man’ to this guy. He had just no idea how endless the balls can get. Not that I would anyway, maybe Ginsberg got a glimpse of that.

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