The worst minds of his generation -- starving, hysterical. -- Shane
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Yes, funny as hell how Ginsberg knew exactly how to drill them up the ass, driving them into spasmotic convulsions of pure ecstasy which they of course mistook for revulsion, hate, and pain... Oh, don't. Stop. Don't stop, don't stop...
As Rilke asked, who would have guessed happiness was a descent?
Chuck Grimes