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Never read it or, if I did, forgot it. \u00a0Studying it now in ModPo. \u00a0Howl has some outrageously good lines. \u00a0Here are a few:<\/p>\n
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
\nhysterical naked,
\ndragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
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run down
\nby the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality<\/p>\n
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who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to the each other’s
\nhotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,<\/p>\n
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the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here
\nwhat might be left to say in time come after death,
\nand rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow
\nof the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked mind for love
\ninto an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered
\nthe cities down to the last radio
\nwith the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies
\ngood to eat a thousand years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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