In the classroom, I generally wear a button-up shirt with a collar and slacks, not jeans. So I feel a little strange being the defender of Ginsberg's poetics in the classroom, but I brought it upon myself. This manic poem, with its wide, rolling lines, rising like bubbles, to the breaking point and beyond: it has a certain energy, a buzz, that lives on. It rages to tell us of a subterranean underclass of would-be leaders crushed by the materialist, military-industrial complex straitjacket of polite society.from Andrew Varnon: flash & yearn: Prophetic Howl
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