Wednesday, November 01, 2006

50 Years Ago, A Howling Baby Was Born...

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!

It's fifty years since Howl was published. A vast disjointed raving Whitmanesque Blakean excess. A poem that the publisher, faced with censorship, defended:

It is not the poet but what he observes which is revealed as obscene. The great obscene wastes of Howl are the sad wastes of the mechanized world, lost among atom bombs and insane nationalisms.

[From Howl 2 by Luis Garcia Mozos (1981) - click for larger image]

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