Moloch whose eyes are a thousand bind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and creak in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities Moloch whose…Howel, by Allen Ginsberg
I am aware that Mr. Ginsberg never wanted his poems reduced to sound bites, and forced publishers to publish his pomes in whole. But I am not Mr. Ginsberg and this is my favorite bite. In addition, wouldn’t it be in the spirit of Allen to go against what one of authority desires? This section of Howel bewitched me, perhaps it is its reference to the built environment, or perhaps it is just Mr. Ginsberg’s love of words and the imagery that they construct.
