I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
Allen Ginsberg, tiny little piece of Howl
lá onde a pupila se parte
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
Seen by Joana Blu at 11:41 AM
Labels: Beat Generation, Music, Poetry
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