blog on howl

            Allen Ginsberg's  "Howl"  is like a love letter to the dark underground of drugs and filth that the author occupied while he was free to roam the underbelly of New York and New Jersey.  To start off, I really did not enjoy it for the fact that it just sounded like one long continuous rant from the author.  He depicts the humans of the city society in a raunchy and ridiculous way that's seems childish because he can't control himself.  It's almost as he needs to curse in some areas to get his point across to the audience but in fact he doesn't really need to.  I will say that the way he rally's and combines his word creates a distinct diction about the poem that leaves an imprint.  To me this seems like a rant, but its slightly less annoying knowing that it does fulfill the purpose of describing the specifics of that time period related to that area.  It creates the notion that this time period, not everything was fine and dandy and that everyone lived a "Great Gatsby" life but revels that the American dream, and the road to it, was corrupt just as the society itself.