Howl

"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 machinery 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 contemplating jazz..."

Excerpt from the mindblowing poem by Allen Ginsberg, a poem that helped define the beatgeneration.
The movie about the poem, it's immediate consequense and the man behind just premiered in the movietheatres. I want to see it!

Love,
Ida