Poem Analysis A portion of Alan Ginsberg's poem, Howl...
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets at dawn,
looking for an angry fix, angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection, to the starry
dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high, sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water
flats floating across the tops of cities,
contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El, and saw Mohammedan angels staggering
on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating, Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among
the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the
windows of the skull...
According to Ginsberg, in what sorts of activities did people of his generation partake?
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