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> I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
>angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
>who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
>who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
>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 cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
>who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
>who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
>with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
