This evening, I will be heading to Helen Mills Theater for a screening of Howl, a new film about Allen Ginsburg, written and directed by Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman. I am very excited. (Also, Jon Hamm. Yes.)
To celebrate, enjoy this Ginsburg poem, which I’ve been repeating over in my mind. He was twenty-nine when he published “Howl”; I’m feeling the pressure.
from “Lines for Creeley’s Ear”:
The whole
weight of
everything
too much
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