Rase mon bitume

©GUILLAUME HOOGVELD 199X BOIS COLOMBES RAIL DE JOUR La vie nous pousse à liquider le sens au profit du semblable Au profit du vacarme Et du triangle vert amer Posé sur un même billet vertQui justifie sa valeur à coup de surin sur les peuples  Il n'y a donc que les taiseurs qui se distinguent... Lire la suite →

(Go fuck yourself) America / Allen Ginsberg

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my poem till I'm in my... Lire la suite →

Allen Ginsberg / HOWL

"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..."     Howl (1956). For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets... Lire la suite →