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of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,

floated out and sat through the stale beer after noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack

battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo, who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's

ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and

ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless

blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,

dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon

illuminating all the motionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery

incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,

torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their

to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening

among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy

contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities

connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,