allen ginsberg, as i mentioned in my jersey post, was born in newark and raised in paterson, nj.
i never got that down with ginsberg, or any of the beat poets really. kind of boring, self-referential, eh. or maybe their whole attitude is so over-expressed at this point that it's impossible for me to appreciate it. i liked other things by them. on the road, burroughs' naked lunch (would have made a great video game, trust.) my favorite poem by ginsberg is "america". it's a good example of the merging of his playfulness in a supermarket in california, and the darkness of howl.
god, ginsberg, you're so jersey. i mean just look at the last lines of howl:
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.
it's like a goddamn springsteen lyric!!
