eyes are a thousand blind windows! Who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated. Pavements, trees, radios, tons! Im with you in Rockland where youre madder than I am Im with you in Rockland where you must feel very strange Im with you in Rockland where you imitate the shade of my mother Im with you in Rockland where youve murdered your twelve. Moloch the heavy judger of men! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!
Allen Ginsberg 92Y Readings. Where you must feel very strange. Allen Ginsberg, Howl from Collected Poems. Copyright 1984 by Allen Ginsberg.
Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch the stunned govern- ments! Who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa. They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. Moloch in whom I dream Angels!