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A Supermarket in California
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down thestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I...
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Excerpt from Howl — Allen Ginsberg
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railway yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward...
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Excerpt from Howl
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations...
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Excerpt from Howl
What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the...
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