Howl
Allen Ginsberg (Read by James Franco) Lyrics

For Carl Solomon
This poem is dedicated to Carl Solomon

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
I witnessed the brightest individuals of my era destroyed by mental illness, desperate and vulnerable

Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
They wandered through the city streets in the early morning, desperately searching for a solution to their anger and pain

Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
Spirited, unconventional individuals longing for a deep, spiritual connection to the universe and the mystery of the night

Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
People who were poor, ragged, exhausted, and under the influence of drugs, sat awake in the eerie darkness of their shabby apartments above the bustling city streets, pondering the magic of jazz music

Who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
They exposed their minds to the divine, gazing up at the elevated train tracks and witnessing celestial angels on the dilapidated rooftops

Who passed through universities with radiant eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war
They navigated through universities with bright, visionary eyes, experiencing hallucinations of extraordinary events in Arkansas and poetic tragedies inspired by William Blake, while surrounded by intellectuals focused on war

Who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
They were expelled from prestigious institutions for their eccentricity and for publishing offensive poems on the theoretical confines of the mind

Who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
They hid in unkempt rooms, dressed only in underwear, destroying their money by setting it on fire in garbage cans, while anxiously listening to the chaos and horror beyond the walls

Who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
They were caught by law enforcement, their beards revealing their rebelliousness, as they attempted to smuggle marijuana from Laredo back to New York

Who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
They consumed fire in dilapidated hotels or ingested turpentine in a notorious alley, subjecting their bodies to a nightly experience of near-death or spiritual transition

With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls
They sought escape through dreams, drugs, and the terrifying experiences of their own imaginations, relying on alcohol, sex, and constant excitement

Incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping towards poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
They traversed indescribable streets, obscured by tremulous clouds and consumed by electrifying thoughts, reaching towards the extremes of Canada and Paterson, shining light on the stagnant realm of Time in between

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
They experienced the vivid realities of psychedelic hallucinations, witnessed the serene beauty of dawn in backyard tree cemeteries, indulged in intoxicating wine on rooftops, explored vibrant neighborhoods filled with drug enthusiasts, observed the energetic pulsations of streetlights, and were attuned to the natural vibrations of the sun, moon, and trees amidst the cold, bustling evenings of Brooklyn, entertaining wild thoughts and embracing the enlightenment that comes with an open mind

Who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
They shackled themselves to subway cars, embarking on a ceaseless journey from Battery to the sacrosanct Bronx, under the influence of benzedrine, until the cacophony of wheels and the presence of children overwhelmed them, causing them to descend into a state of physical and mental exhaustion, depleted of their once-shining intellect, in the desolate light of the zoo

Who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
They spent entire nights submerged in the dim illumination of Bickford's diner, before finding respite in the stagnant atmosphere of Fugazzi's bar, enduring a mundane afternoon accompanied by cheap beer, listening to the impending disaster symbolized by the crackling sound of the hydrogen-powered jukebox

Who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge
They engaged in uninterrupted conversations lasting seventy hours, moving from parks to their living spaces to bars to the Bellevue Hospital to museums to the iconic Brooklyn Bridge

A lost batallion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
They formed a disconnected group of individuals engaging in intellectual discussions, leaping from the steps of brownstones, fire escapes, and windowsills, even venturing off the top of the Empire State Building and into the realm of fantasy

Yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
They engaged in nonstop, chaotic conversations, expressing themselves through screams, vomiting, whispers, and by sharing facts, memories, anecdotes, and experiences that deeply affected them, including the traumas of hospitals, jails, and wars

Whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement
They unleashed their entire intellect in a state of complete remembrance, devoting seven days and nights to this process, with their brilliant eyes as witnesses, offering their minds as precious offerings to a synagogue, symbolically discarding their intellectual treasures on the streets

Who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall
They disappeared into the mystical void of Zen, specifically in New Jersey, leaving behind a trail of enigmatic postcards featuring images of Atlantic City Hall

Suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark's bleak furnished room
They endured intense withdrawals from opium, resulting in profuse sweating and excruciating bone pains reminiscent of Tangier, as well as agonizing migraines akin to those experienced in China, all while trapped in a desolate, minimally furnished room in Newark

Who wandered around and around at midnight in the railway yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts
Lost and aimless, they roamed the railway yard at midnight, pondering their next destination, and eventually left without leaving behind any shattered hearts

Who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night
They ignited cigarettes in boxcars adorned with the word 'boxcars', which crashed through the snow-covered landscape, heading towards isolated farms in the midst of the profound darkness

Who studied Plotinus Poe St John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the universe instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas
They immersed themselves in the works of philosophers like Plotinus, writers like Poe, and mystics like St. John of the Cross, explored the realms of telepathy and bop jazz, and delved into the mystical teachings of kabbalah, recognizing that the universe resonated with them instinctively even in the plains of Kansas

Who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels
They wandered alone through the streets of Idaho, in search of mystical Native American angels who possessed divine visions and shared those visions with others

Who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy
They believed that their madness was merely a form of heightened perception, recognizing its presence most strongly when they experienced a supernatural ecstasy in the city of Baltimore

Who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain
They impulsively hopped into limousines with a man of Asian descent from Oklahoma, driven by the allure of winter midnight, the glow of streetlights, and the enchanting rain in a small town

Who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa
They leisurely roamed Houston, feeling both famished and isolated, in search of jazz, sexual encounters, or a warm meal, until they encountered a remarkable Spaniard with whom they engaged in conversations about America and eternity, a pursuit that seemed futile, ultimately leading them to embark on a ship journey to Africa

Who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving nothing behind but the shadow of dungarees and the larva and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago
They vanished into the volcanoes of Mexico, leaving only the lingering remnants of their jeans as shadows, along with the remnants of their poetic creations, symbolized by lava and ashes, strewn across the city of Chicago as if scattered in a fireplace

Who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets
They resurfaced on the West Coast, conducting investigations into the activities of the FBI, disguising themselves with beards and shorts, their eyes reflecting a pacifist ideology, and exuding a charismatic allure with their dark skin, distributing leaflets that were difficult to comprehend

Who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed
They rebelled against the opiate-like haze created by tobacco under the influence of capitalism, making a powerful statement by burning cigarette holes in their own arms, they also handed out pamphlets promoting radical communist ideals in Union Square, all while shedding tears and removing their clothes, as the sirens of Los Alamos screamed their dissent and echoed throughout Wall Street, even the Staten Island ferry contributed its own wails of protest

Who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons
They experienced emotional breakdowns, sobbing uncontrollably in pristine gymnasiums, feeling vulnerable and shaking in the presence of the skeletal structures of their fellow humans

Who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication
They violently attacked detectives, biting them in the neck, and responded with ecstatic shrieks while confined in police cars, even though they had not committed any real crime, only engaging in their eccentric practices of experimental cooking, unconventional sexuality, and intoxication

Who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts
They let out guttural howls while on their knees in the subway, and were forcibly removed from rooftops, where they celebrated by waving their genitals and manuscripts

Who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy
They willingly engaged in anal intercourse with saintly motorcyclists, their screams a testament to the immense pleasure they derived from such acts

Who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love
They engaged in reciprocal oral sex acts and received pleasure from the human angels known as sailors, enjoying the affectionate touches exchanged during passionate encounters in the Atlantic and Caribbean regions

Who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may
They engaged in sexual intercourse in the mornings and evenings, in various locations such as rosegardens, public parks, and cemeteries, freely ejaculating their semen onto anyone who was willing to receive it

Who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword
They repeatedly hiccuped in an attempt to laugh, but ended up sobbing in despair, hidden behind a partition in a Turkish bathhouse, when a fair-haired and unclothed angel suddenly appeared and thrust a sword into their bodies

Who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman's loom
They suffered the loss of their beloved partners to the three oppressive forces of destiny, represented by three one-eyed female figures: the first being the demanding nature of heterosexual relationships driven by financial gain, the second being the seductive lure of money and consumerism, and the third being the inertia that stifles creativity, symbolized by a woman lazily seated, cutting the intellectual inspiration that fuels the craftsman's imagination

Who copulated ecstatic and insatiate and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness
They engaged in passionate and insatiable sexual intercourse, so intense that they rolled off the bed onto the floor, proceeded to make love across the room and down the hallway, eventually collapsing against the wall in a state of orgasmic bliss, experiencing a transcendent vision of the ultimate female genitalia and orgasm, beyond the limits of conscious awareness

Who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but were prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake
They brought pleasure and desire to countless girls, who quivered with anticipation in the fading light of the sunset, leaving them teary-eyed and longing in the morning, yet they remained ready and eager to intensify the experience of the sunrise, revealing their provocative buttocks under barns and enjoying moments of naked freedom in the water of lakes

Who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hungover with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices
They disappeared into expansive and morally corrupt motion pictures, shifting between realities in their dreams, abruptly finding themselves in the lively chaos of Manhattan, eventually emerging from basements with lingering effects of excessive drinking, both physically and emotionally drained, haunted by the nightmarish visions of Third Avenue, and stumbling their way to unemployment offices in search of assistance

Who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open full of steamheat and opium
They traversed the entirety of the night, their shoes soaked in blood, while waiting on the snowy docks by the East River, anticipating the opening of a door that would reveal a space filled with warm steam and the aroma of opium

Who created great suicidal dramas on the appartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion
They constructed elaborate and intense narratives of self-destruction on the metaphorical cliffs overlooking the Hudson River, illuminated by the faint blue light of the moon during times of war, their courage and sacrifice going unrecognized and fading into oblivion, symbolized by their eventual crowning with laurel in a state of forgotten greatness

Who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of the Bowery
They consumed the nourishment provided by the mind's imaginative creations, indulging in a hearty stew made of lamb or consuming the essence of a crab found in the murky depths of the Bowery's rivers

Who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music
They shed tears when confronted by the poetic beauty and tragedy found within the bustling streets, where vendors sold onions from their pushcarts, accompanied by the melancholic sound of music

Who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts, who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology
They sat in confined spaces beneath the bridge, inhaling the darkness, before rising to construct harpsichords in the lofts of their dwellings, coughing persistently on the sixth floor of Harlem, where they were crowned with the flames of passion under a sky tainted with a contagious disease and surrounded by crates holding profound spiritual teachings

Who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish
They furiously wrote throughout the night, consumed by a wave of inspiration, passionately crafting lofty poetic verses, which, when examined in the harsh light of day, were revealed to be nonsensical and incomprehensible

Who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom
They prepared meals consisting of decaying animal parts, such as lungs, hearts, feet, and tails, as well as traditional dishes like borscht and tortillas, all the while dreaming of a utopian realm filled solely with vegetables

Who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg
They willingly immersed themselves beneath vehicles transporting meat, hoping to find a single egg

Who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for an Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade
They discarded their watches by tossing them off rooftops, symbolically voting for an existence that transcends the constraints of Time, and as a consequence, alarm clocks continually fell upon their heads every day for the next ten years

Who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried
They attempted self-harm by cutting their wrists three times in succession, unsuccessfully ending their lives, ultimately giving up on their despairing aspirations and being compelled to open antique stores, where they believed they were slowly aging and wept for the life they had lost

Who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality
They were incinerated while wearing their unassuming flannel suits on Madison Avenue, amidst the explosive barrage of oppressive and uninspiring poetry, the deafening noise created by the wealthy elite, the piercing screams of advertising industry professionals, and the suffocating presence of influential editors, or they were tragically struck down by the reckless taxicabs that navigate the harsh reality of life

Who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer
They committed suicide by jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge (a documented event), only to escape unnoticed and unremembered, blending into the ethereal confusion of the streets in Chinatown, surrounded by the scent of soup and the presence of alleyways, alongside firetrucks rushing by, without even receiving a single complimentary beer

Who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles
They belted out songs of hopelessness from their windows, accidentally falling out of subway windows, intentionally leaping into the dirty waters of the Passaic River, metaphorically jumping onto African-Americans, crying openly in the middle of the street, and dancing upon shards of broken wineglasses with bare feet, smashing phonograph records that played nostalgic German jazz tunes from the 1930s, consuming large amounts of whiskey and subsequently vomiting while groaning into blood-filled toilets, all while moans filled their ears and colossal steamwhistles boomed in the background

Who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch Birmingham jazz incarnation
They sped down the highways of history, traveling towards each other's ultimate destination of recklessness, known as hotrod-Golgotha, a place that embodies both thrill and danger, a realm of isolation resembling a jail, accompanied by the enchanting sounds of Birmingham jazz, reminiscent of a divine presence

Who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity
They embarked on a cross-country journey lasting seventy-two hours, driven by a desire to discover whether their own vision, the vision of another person, or the vision of a higher being held the key to grasping the concept of eternity

Who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes
They traveled to Denver, some even perishing in the city, while others returning, and waiting in vain for something that never materialized, they observed and worried about the condition of Denver, isolating themselves and eventually leaving to explore the fabric of Time itself, thus leaving the city lonely, longing for their presence

Who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other's salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second
They dropped to their knees in cathedrals devoid of hope, praying for the well-being and enlightenment of their fellow humans, as well as for spiritual nourishment, until their souls experienced a brief moment of enlightenment and transcendence

Who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz
While incarcerated, they contemplated the idea of encountering extraordinary criminals, possessing golden heads and exuding a captivating sense of reality from their hearts, individuals who serenaded the inmates of Alcatraz with melancholic blues melodies

Who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave
They sought solace in Mexico, endeavoring to nurture a specific addiction, or they withdrew to Rocky Mount to care for Buddha, or they resided in Tangiers to pursue relationships with young men, or they traveled along the Southern Pacific railway line, contemplating the existence of a dark, mysterious locomotive, or they made a pilgrimage to Harvard, where they encountered Narcissus, or they ended up in Woodlawn, being drawn into the cycle of life and death, symbolized by a daisychain or a grave

Who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury
They requested sanity trials, accusing the radio of employing hypnotic techniques, yet they were left with their own insanity, still clutching onto their irrationality, while the jury tasked with deciding their fate remained undecided

Who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with the shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy
They hurled potato salad at lecturers from CCNY who were discussing Dadaism, and then proceeded to gather on the steps of a mental institution, appearing with shaven heads and speaking in an erratic manner reminiscent of a harlequin performer, openly declaring their desire for an immediate lobotomy

And who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia
Yet, instead of receiving the relief they sought, they were subjected to treatments involving concrete emptiness, induced insulin comas, electric shock therapy, hydrotherapy, psychotherapy, occupational therapy, games of pingpong, and loss of memory

Who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia
In a solemn act of protest, they tipped over a single symbolic pingpong table, momentarily finding solace in a state of catatonic stillness

Returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East
After several years, they returned completely bald, with the exception of a wig made of blood, tears, and fingers, only to face the tragic reality and hopeless fate of the mental institutions located in the deranged towns of the eastern United States

Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon
They found themselves within the repulsive and oppressive confines of mental institutions like Pilgrim State, Rockland, and Greystone, engaging in internal conflicts with the echoes of their souls, oscillating between despair and ecstasy in the isolated and mysterious realms of nocturnal solitude, experiencing life as a nightmarish dream, feeling as if their bodies became as heavy and immovable as the moon

With mother finally *****, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger on the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—
With their sense of security shattered, as if being born anew, the final book of great significance discarded out of a tenement window, each door being closed at 4 A.M., and the last telephone violently hung up against the wall in response, each room they once occupied becoming empty, devoid of all mental possessions, with only a delicate handmade yellow paper rose twisted onto a wire coat hanger inside a closet, a mere figment of hopeful imagination

Ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the total animal soup of time—
Oh, Carl, if you are not protected or secure, then I cannot possibly be safe either, and currently, you find yourself fully immersed in the chaotic and unpredictable nature of the passage of time

And who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrating plane
Therefore, they hurried through the frozen streets, captivated by a sudden revelation of the transformative power found in the use of ellipsis, catalogs, poetry meter, and the resonant frequency of a primitive instrument

Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
They dreamt and successfully bridged gaps in the dimensions of Time and Space by carefully juxtaposing images, capturing the essence of the soul's divine messenger between two visual representations, harmonizing elemental verbs, and unifying the subject of consciousness with a symbolic hyphen, all while experiencing a transcendent jump filled with the overwhelming sensation of the all-powerful Eternal Father God

To recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head
Their goal was to reconstruct the structure and rhythm of impoverished human language and present themselves before others, without words, displaying both intellect and vulnerability, trembling with shame yet willing to expose their souls, adapting their existence to align with the rhythm of uninhibited thought within their bared and infinite minds

The madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death
They, the mentally unstable vagabond and the inspired celestial figure, exist within the confines of Time, yet remain largely unknown, while persistently inscribing their thoughts and experiences that may continue to resonate long after their own deaths

And rose incarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
They transformed themselves into a physical embodiment of jazz culture, adorning themselves in ghostly attire, positioned in the looming shadow of the band, and exuded the pain and anguish that permeated the collective consciousness of America, through a passionate and haunting cry emitted from a saxophone, akin to the biblical plea 'eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani', which shook the very foundation of cities, right down to the last functioning radio

With the absolute heart of the poem butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years
They sacrificed a part of themselves, carving out the absolute essence of the poem, in a display of self-mutilation, ensuring that its potency would remain intact and satisfying for a thousand years

What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
What metaphorical lion-like monument constructed of cement and aluminum dared to crack open their skulls and consume their minds and creative faculties?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch, the ancient Canaanite deity associated with human sacrifice! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Trash bins filled with discarded objects! Wealth that remains out of reach! Children crying out in distress beneath staircases! Boys shedding tears while serving in armies! Elderly men weeping in public parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch, the terrifying and tormenting force of nightmares! Moloch, the loveless being! Moloch who preys on the minds of the mentally unstable! Moloch, the harsh and unforgiving judge of humanity!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgement! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch, the unfathomable prison that entraps individuals! Moloch, the soulless and oppressive prison resembling a crucifix! Moloch, the gathering place for sorrow and despair that rivals a political congress! Moloch whose constructions serve as symbols of judgment! Moloch, the immense entity of war, relentless and unyielding! Moloch, the ruler over government bodies struck with a sense of shock and helplessness!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch, whose thoughts are purely mechanical and lacking any trace of humanity! Moloch, whose essence is fueled by an insatiable pursuit of wealth and material possessions! Moloch, whose fingers resemble the strength and size of ten armies! Moloch, whose heart functions as an internal devouring force! Moloch, whose ears are akin to lifeless tombs filled with the smoke of death!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovas! Moloch whose factories dream and choke in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch, whose eyes represent a multitude of blind and lifeless windows! Moloch, whose towering skyscrapers appear like countless deities lining the lengthy streets! Moloch, whose factories fill the air with dreams suffocated by the fog! Moloch, whose smokestacks and antennae serve as a crown adorning the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch, whose love is represented by the insatiable thirst for oil and the permanence of stone! Moloch, whose soul is intrinsically connected to the concepts of electricity and the financial power held by banks! Moloch, whose impoverishment is a direct consequence of the terrifying presence of brilliant and innovative minds! Moloch, whose destiny is like a cloud of hydrogen lacking any form of sexual expression or identity! Moloch, whose name represents the very essence of the human mind itself!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch, with whom I find myself isolated and desolate! Moloch, within whom I conceive a world populated by divine beings! Losing sanity amidst the power of Moloch! Indulging in depraved desires while embraced by Moloch! Experiencing a lack of love and melancholy within the realm of Moloch, devoid of meaningful connections with others!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch, who infiltrated my spirit at an early stage! Moloch, within whom my consciousness exists separately from my physical form! Moloch, who frightened me, snatching away my innate state of bliss! Moloch, whom I now renounce and leave behind! Awaken within the realm of Moloch! Witness the radiant light pouring down from the heavens!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
Moloch! Moloch! Conforming robotic apartments! Suburban areas gone unnoticed! Hollow treasuries symbolizing death! Deceptive and heartless centers of power! Demonic industries! Countries existing purely in the spiritual realm! Unbreakable insane asylums! Indestructible phallic structures! Enormous bombs representing destruction and terror!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
They tirelessly toiled, straining themselves in an attempt to elevate Moloch towards the divine realm! Lifting the weight of pavements, trees, radios, and countless tons of earthly burdens, all with the goal of bringing the city closer to Heaven, recognizing its omnipresence surrounding us all!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstacies! gone down the American river!
They experienced vivid visions, prophetic signs, hallucinations, miraculous occurrences, and intense states of ecstasy, all symbolically flowing down the American river, evoking a sense of movement and change

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Dreams! Devotions! Revelations! Spiritual beliefs! All encompassing a vast expanse of intricately crafted but ultimately meaningless and overly sensitive concepts!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!
Revolutionary discoveries! Transcendent experiences! Astonishing moments of revelation! Utter hopelessness! A decade filled with the screams of tortured souls and the tragic act of suicide! Minds pushed to their limits! New sources of love and affection! A generation characterized by madness, experiencing profound suffering and failure amid the constraints of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
Authentic and sacred laughter echoing throughout the river! They witnessed everything! The untamed and fervent gazes! The exalted and divine shouts! They bid farewell! They leaped off rooftops, seeking solace in solitude! They waved and held flowers! Descending towards the river! Merging with the energy of the streets!

Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland Where you're madder than I am
Carl Solomon! I stand by your side in Rockland, where you are perceived as even crazier than I am

I'm with you in Rockland Where you must feel strange
I am there alongside you in Rockland, understanding the strangeness you must experience

I'm with you in Rockland Where you imitate the shade of my mother
Together, we find ourselves in Rockland, where you mimic the essence of my mother

I'm with you in Rockland Where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
I share your presence in Rockland, where you have symbolically destroyed your intimate relationships with twelve secretaries

I'm with you in Rockland Where you laugh at this invisible humour
I am present with you in Rockland, the place where you find amusement in the intangible humor that can only be felt

I'm with you in Rockland Where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I stand united with you in Rockland, where we both possess the ability to create profound written works using the same terrible typewriter

I'm with you in Rockland Where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
I share your existence in Rockland, where your mental state has reached a critical condition and is now being discussed on the radio

I'm with you in Rockland Where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
Just as in Rockland, I am at your side, where the mind can no longer comprehend the sensations experienced by the body

I'm with you in Rockland Where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
Ever-present in Rockland, I join you as you consume a beverage made from the essence of the spinsters of Utica

I'm with you in Rockland Where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
Together, we find ourselves in Rockland, where you engage in wordplay involving the bodies of your nurses, who can be seen as menacing figures akin to harpies from the Bronx

I'm with you in Rockland Where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of actual pingpong of the abyss
I stand beside you in Rockland, where you express your desperation while confined in a straightjacket, feeling defeated in the ongoing match of existential pingpong, played within the depths of the abyss

I'm with you in Rockland Where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
I am there alongside you in Rockland, observing your fierce strikes upon the catatonic piano, as you proclaim the inherent purity and eternal nature of the soul, declaring that it should never perish in an unholy manner within the confines of a mental institution

I'm with you in Rockland Where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
I share your presence in Rockland, well aware that fifty more therapeutic shocks will never fully restore your soul to its physical form, as it has embarked on a profound spiritual journey that transcends the boundaries of existence

I'm with you in Rockland Where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
Together, we find ourselves in Rockland, where you condemn your doctors as being insane, whilst also actively plotting a Hebrew socialist uprising against the oppressive and nation-wide Golgotha of fascist rule

I'm with you in Rockland Where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
I join you in Rockland, where you will forcefully divide the skies hovering above Long Island, defying the odds, in an attempt to resurrect your incarnation of a living and human Jesus figure, emerging from a seemingly supernatural mausoleum

I'm with you in Rockland Where there are twenty-five thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
Together we stand in Rockland, alongside twenty-five thousand fellow individuals affected by madness, all collectively raising their voices to sing the closing verses of the Internationale, a song representing international solidarity and the struggle for workers' rights

I'm with you in Rockland Where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won't let us sleep
In Rockland, I embrace and kiss you, as we both fervently express our connection to the United States, a country that incessantly coughs throughout the night, seemingly preventing us from obtaining much-needed rest

I'm with you in Rockland Where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we're free
Together, we awake in Rockland, filled with an electrifying surge of awakening, breaking free from the mental state comparable to a coma, as our very souls propel us beyond the confines of reality, soaring above the rooftops in soul-fueled airplanes, capable of releasing angelic bombs that destroy the illusory walls of our mental confinement, witnessing the grand spectacle of salvation and feeling the shock of endless mercy bestowed upon us, as the eternal war for liberation unfolds, urging us to embrace victory without concern for the trivial and materialistic aspects of life, for we are now liberated

I'm with you in Rockland In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
In Rockland, I am present with you in my dreams, envisioning your presence as you emerge from the ocean, wet and dripping, having embarked on a grand voyage across America, finally arriving at the door of my cottage in the darkness of the Western night, overcome with emotions and tears