I am reminded by bluegal at Crooks & Liars. about what an important day today is. Allen Ginsberg read his great poem, Howl, publicly for the first time. That was a great thing for all of us. Here are a few lines from the beginning of he poem.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery 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
angelheaded hipsters...contemplating jazz is so right, indeed.