the Howl by Allen Ginsberg


full studded hippy

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.”

gratitude for the media


Tina Rosenburg
The key, she says, is to cover the work that is being done, not simply celebrate it. She contributes to a New York Times column called “Fixes,” in which she explores solutions to major social crises like health care and poverty.
She says: “We know that a steady diet of news about violence and corruption and incompetence does create in people: depression, apathy, learned helplessness, stress, all kinds of things. And it’s really bad for the news business. We are selling a product that people find painful to consume. I think anyone would tell you that that’s not a good business model.”

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Definition #171 Very Fond of Men

"My tsatske"

“My tsatske”

It’s the birthday of Marguerite Duras, born near in a small village in French Indochina near what is now Saigon, Vietnam (1914). Her parents had left France to teach in Indochina, her dad died, and Duras grew up in poverty.

When she was a teenager, she became lovers with a wealthy, older Chinese man, whom she met on a ferry between Sa Dec and Saigon. She would write about him for the rest of her life, in autobiographical works like The Lover (1984), which was an international best-seller.

Marguerite Duras said, “You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they’re simply unbearable.”

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