Allen Ginsberg was made famous by his poem: “Howl” in Octobet of 1955 in
San Francisco.
“Howl,” at the Six Gallery Reading —
the poem that begins with the lines:
“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 machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed high sat up
smoking in the supernatural darkness
of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El
and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement
roofs illuminated.”
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 