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

A random thursday tribute to Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997):

America the plum blossoms are falling. ... America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that word I reach for my feather Boa!

Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine, jiggling your knees blankly in the rain, when it snows in your nose you catch cold in your brain.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. ...
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and
Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the
windows of the skull ...
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward
lonesome farms in grandfather night ...
who hiccupped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blonde & naked angel came to pierce them with a
sword ...
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the total animal soup 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, 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 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, the madman
bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to
say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate 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
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
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.

--- first exerpt from "America", last exerpts (from "I saw the best minds..." on) from "Howl"

Why?! Just because.

In other news, once again work is keeping me insanely insanely busy. It rather sucks... but busy is better then bored.

I think.

With the jewish holiday over, the office is once again busy and full. It's a nice change, because honestly it was TOO quiet for the past few days. I know, bitch bitch bitch, moan moan moan. The funny thing was, everyone brought back all their left over holiday yummies. So there is SO MUCH JUNK FOOD in our kitchen right now. You can't even see the table top in there (I took a picture for proof). Not only is there cake, there are cakes, not only is there candy, there are candies, not only are there cookies, but there are... um, lots of cookies. I'm talking boxes, stacked on boxes, of cookies. It's insane. If I haven't gained 10 lbs by next week, I will consider my life a roaring success.

Okay, back to it now.