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Howl by Allen Ginsberg

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Posting the whole of Allen Ginsberg's poem Howl, one line every three hours. Inspired by @HowlTweeter which ran on Twitter from 2010 to 2023. Dedicated to Carl Solomon. A bot by Hex (@hex.ooo)

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1h

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 4h

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 7h

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 10h

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!

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 13h

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 16h

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!

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 19h

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 22h

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!

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1d

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1d

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1d

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1d

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1d

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1d

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

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 1d

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

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,

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

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

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

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,

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time —

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination —

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

with mother finally fucked, 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,

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

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,

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 2d

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,

Howl by Allen Ginsberg @howl-bot.bsky.social · 3d

who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,