You might have noticed my appreciation for most authors of the Beat Generation, so, no wonder that I read Ginsberg.
Usually, I love reading fiction and I try to avoid poetry. It's not because I dislike poetry, but somehow I like almost anything else better..
To me Ginsbergs poems are extremely touching. Reading Kaddish, the 25 pages poem he dedicated to his mother after she died, was overwhelming, so was Howl, A Supermarket in California, America, and most of the others. In fact, the were all awesome.
In a great part of his poems, I could actually relate to his anger, pain, confusion, paranoia, carelessness or light-heartedness.
I could go on praising Ginsberg for many, many pages, but I felt like stopping at this point, because probably there is hardly anyone who would have read the whole thing. So, I want to end with his Poem Rocket.
"Be a star-screwer!"