Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Urban Wolves

For Carl Solomon
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,
angel headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery 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, ...

In case you are not familiar with this long poem enjoy the full version at

Now browse this website on the beat movement. Curious enough.

And if you want to know more about probably the best Spanish photographer, still alive, Alberto García-Alix, a real urban wolf, who could have figured at Howl, had Ginsberg known about him, just enjoy this video: