19 mars 2007

Howl. Allan Ginsberg.

Je travaille ce poème pour un cours.  
Je l'ai d'abord choisi par curiosité, parce que les Beatniks m'ont toujours intéressés et que je connaissais bien Kerouac et Burroughs, mais pas Ginsberg.

Eh bien merde. Ce poème, c'est du génie.

"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 tene- ment 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, burn- ing 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, al- cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada &
Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between....
"

1 commentaire:

eli a dit...

Les vers sont tres puissants et je t'avoueraisque j'avais jamais entendu parler de lui. je peux pas te dire que j'adore d'amblee mais ca derange ca c'est sur.