I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked, …but it was nothing compared to the destruction of minds and souls that I saw today. Administrators fighting. Teachers hiding in rooms, allowing, if not inviting, the madness. Students shooting waterguns in the hallways and scribing their graffiti in the stairwells and the Lord of the Flies cussing out peers and superiors alike. A new floor created of cupcakes and workbooks and stinkbombs and looseleaf and cockroaches and pizza crust and Axe. Thinking back on my generation's hysterical, naked, starving madness is no longer a memory which causes me stress, but a welcome relief from this hell.
From Miss Señora, who remembers When I Was Your Age, and just as generations past, is convinced life was better then.
Props to Jose
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thanks for hearing the howl. trust, i got a few stories similar to yours. I'm good. As a matter of fact, we're good. summer's beautiful.
This is great. Who wrote this response to Ginberg? I fell in love with Howl when I was in high school, and I later actually taught it to teenagers in the Bronx. They liked it! I think next time I teach it, I will have them write their own version of the poem. By the way, did you ever see the Simpsons episode when Lisa recites her own version of Howl? Hilarious.
I did.
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