From: slider@anashram.com   
      
   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 poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the   
   supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of   
   cities contemplating jazz,   
      
   ---opening lines of Allen Ginsberg poem: 'Howl'   
      
   https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)