Urban Wolves

HOWL

For Carl Solomon

I

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

http://www.wussu.com/poems/agh.htm

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

http://www.hotelboheme.com/beat/index.html

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: