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Generally, I suppose, obscenity is the crutch of inarticulate motherfuckers (and yes, I do find that funny). Now, with that said, I finished reading Allen Ginsberg's HOWL today during my lunch hour at work and I'm still not sure how to react other than: Holy fuck. It's an amazingly powerful piece with so many internal messages for the external mind, and I'd bet my life that too many people who read it and go omg yayes! miss the point entirely. There are lessons to be had and learned, and while you're reading you half-realize it because you're trying to comprehend the magnitude of the impact of his words, and thinking "oh my god, he is so right" at the same time. It's astounding how he can pack in the mindlessness of the intrinsically mundance societal norms and standards, and the helplessness of hoping in a hell-hole (because it can be considered human nature, I suppose; depending on how you look at it) and still manage to get across so clearly (to me, at least): it's what you make of it, and still there are something you have no control over.
There is so much to be had in this. It's just... I fail to find the right words here. If you have not read this poem, you should. Maybe everyone can't comprehend the whole of it (and maybe I don't either; I can't say I do for sure because I'm no supergenius and this is just...I can't even explain it to you) but it's hard to miss the entangled and blaringly vivid messages in his running words and not-so-nonsense.
There is so much to be had in this. It's just... I fail to find the right words here. If you have not read this poem, you should. Maybe everyone can't comprehend the whole of it (and maybe I don't either; I can't say I do for sure because I'm no supergenius and this is just...I can't even explain it to you) but it's hard to miss the entangled and blaringly vivid messages in his running words and not-so-nonsense.