mercredi 27 juin 2012

The Doors


Howl, Allen Ginsberg


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 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,
(...)
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
(...)
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
(...) 
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,
(...)
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other's salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second, (...).



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Quelle époque d'éclopés nous incarnons... Ce cri du coeur de l'apocalypse dorée de la beat generation me semble le nôtre. Quelles douleurs, douceurs, aigreurs, réservent les méandres des rues où nous avons perdu notre innocence... Y a-t-il encore des réverbères dont les auréoles psychotropes méritent d'être détaillées à l'orée du matin, alors que le seul répis de nos âmes fatiguées réside à présent dans la servitude de notre fin graduelle?
Je m'ennuie de tes lèvres aux gerçures tâtées à travers le linceul de mousseline des drogues chimiques et technicolores.

"where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void"
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