Showing posts with label Howl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Howl. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Monday, April 2, 2012
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 . . .
by Allen Ginsberg
"It is not the poet but what he observes which is revealed as obscene."
Sunday, October 3, 2010
I SAW THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION DESTROYED BY madness, starving hysterical naked,
Fifty years ago, on October 3, Judge Clayton Horn ruled that Allen Ginsberg's great epic Beat-era poem HOWL was not obscene but instead, a work of literary and social merit.
Fifty years later, with draconian FCC fines for language infractions, you still can't hear HOWL on the radio.
You can, however, see it below and read the full text of HOWL here.
Go ahead, read along with the clips.
Labels:
Allen Ginsberg,
Banned Book Week,
banned books,
CENSORSHIP,
Howl,
Poetry
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