♥ howling at the moon.

this rainy evening, i settled down to watch the handsome james franco play

beat poet allen ginsberg in the much talked about biography, howl (2010).

much like my reading of patti smith's just kids, i went into

this film not knowing much of ginsberg's work (except this poem!),

the time period in which he wrote, and i had not even the slightest

inclination about the trial that took place as a reaction to

the publication of the poem, howl, into book form.

the film is made up of interview style dialogue with franco as ginsberg,

layered with beat style poetry readings, which are at times animated,

and other times read on stage. i can't say that i understand

all of his work- but i understand ginsberg's desire to

take what was in his heart and put it on paper.

source.

"i am hitting on an area that's absolutely true. in that sense..

able to be read by someone and wept to maybe centuries later.

in that sense- prophecy- because it touches a common key.

i mean what prophecy actually is, is not knowing whether the bomb

will fall in 1942- it's knowing and feeling something which someone

knows and feels in one hundred years and maybe articulating it in

a hint that they will pick up on in a hundred years."