Bwog was recently contacted by the estate of Allen Ginsberg (CC ’48), owing to the discovery of an early draft of his famous poem, “Howl.” We were told it might be of some interest to us, and oh, it definitely was. Read an excerpt of this historic find below.
I saw the best minds of my generation rushing Bwog, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves up the Lerner Ramps at 9:00 pm looking for an angry pitch,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who student loans and Canada Goose and hollow-eyed and high sat up eating green grapes in the supernatural darkness of Lerner 510 floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to the Editorial Board above the 1 Train and saw Alma Mater staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating MoHi and Woolf-light tragedy among the scholars of the Core,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene posts on the Wordpress of Bwog…
To see what sort of publication could have possibly inspired such a masterwork, join us tonight. What else are you going to do on a Sunday evening?
Howl by USFWS via Wikimedia Commons.