when ginsberg was reading howl my mother was having me
GINSBERGIANS STREAM ON BY ANNETTA DEXTER SAWYER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 46
when ginsberg was reading howl my mother was having me both birthing in the
crust of our earth carved out bay area on the cusp of tectonic plate where
subterranean humanists surfaced like giants from the earth’s space in the form of
a collective conscience like a quake a beat generation surged in a pacifying wave
of spiritual soaking and this seeped deep deep into our soul the soul of our nation
howl howl how long do we pay tribute here is our ode
later many years later i stood next to my red retro samsonite luggage
set upon my american dream and so we howl still we howl suckled by our past
our poetry our politics i finally get to see a rockin chantin lap guitar playin allen
ginsberg still bearded but more bald more weight on his bones reminded me of a
chantin cantor i had never seen
rhythm of rabbi sound and still he howled
after the performance i found some of thi…