Howl

The characters here seem to be the narrator and everyone else.
Since I live in America one might assume that I know a lot about this topic, but it is a big place and it sounds like there was a lot going on in front of Ginsberg that I have no experience with.
He really doesn't play on the imagination. His assertions are overt with some euphemisms that are in tandem, like similes.
I really don't know what to think. Ginsberg sounds pretty mad. It sounds like kind of an extended rant. He seems to be immersed in a culture of sex and drugs.
I can see there is a lot of emotion here. It is nothing I can decipher now. I think his message would be more meaningful to me if he would calm down and organize it. I think his anger is interfering with transmission. Realistically I think I am doomed to no comprehension here; I don't even drink coffee. I eat grass and twigs and drink water all day, my bedtime is a very important part of my life. I don't have a lot in common with someone whose life revolves around drugs and sex. Of course he is going to have a battery of problems and thoughts that are entirely foreign to me.