Westley/Quote
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, < /br>
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, < /br>
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, < /br>
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating < /br>
across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, < /br>
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, < /br>
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes << /br>
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, < /br>
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, < /br>
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, < /br>
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise < /br>
Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night < /br>
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,< /br>
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, < /br>
illuminating all the motionless world of Time between.
~ Ginsberg
