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b y P a b l o
N e r u d a
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I saw the
best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness.
Starving, hysterical, naked.
They dragged themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix.
They wandered at midnight in the railroad yard
wondering where to go.
They went,
and left no broken hearts.
Screaming, vomiting, whispering facts & memories.
I saw the best minds of my generation
purgatory their torsos night after night.
They drove cross-country seventy-two hours nonstop
looking for a vision of Eternity.
Dreaming, drugging, waking nightmaring.
I saw angelheaded hipsters burn
for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo
in the machinery of night.
They burned their money, unshaven, in wastebaskets
listening to the Terror through the wall.
They will be crowned with laurel in oblivion.
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