Howl Snippet # 9

I'm with you in Rockland where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses.

Allen Ginsberg

Howl Snippet # 8

the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Allen Ginsberg

Howl Snippet # 7

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money!

Allen Ginsberg

Howl Snippet # 6

Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

Allen Ginsberg

Howl Snippet # 5

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

Allen Ginsberg

Howl Snippet # 4

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerin shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,

Allen Ginsberg

Howl Snippet # 3

...walked all night with their shoes full of blood

Allen Ginsberg

Howl Snippet #2

who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

Allen Ginsburg

Don't we all want to wave our written words and genitalia to the world.

Howl Snippet #1

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungares and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire place Chicago.

Alllen Ginsburg