Mon Amour

Ah yes, again. But, but, but. For just reason! See, every time, and I mean EVERY time, I read Howl, I find myself rocking back and forth to the beat of the poem. I think this happens with Beat poetry in general, but MOST prominently with Howl. Every. Time. And in this video, at the end, a woman is shown rocking and I just love that. Even though a lot of people did that when people read Beat poetry, it just made me smile. It's such an intense poem, yet so gentle. What talent.

And I don't think it's pretentious at all. They were doing something that no one else was. Their girlfriends and friends were showing such compassion by being understanding and tolerant of these people. SOMEONE had to be or else they would have been even more lost than they already were, and most people don't deserve to be treated as a lost cause.
Yeah, it's hard to follow, but I admire them. I admire Joyce Johnson for being as patient as she was. I admire all the women who tried to help these men. And the men who tried to help these men. The patience it must have taken, jeez. I remember just melting while reading Minor Characters and Door Wide Open. Minor Characters, especially, was so dead-on with my mentality at the time. And at the time, it was what I needed. And I learned from it, which is all I can ask for.