隔一天早上, 還在宿醉的Ginsberg就接到了出版社City Light的Lawrence Ferlinghetti的電報, 寫著 : 'I greet you at the beginning of a great career - When can I get the manuscript of Howl?'
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, 我看著我們這代最傑出的心靈毀於瘋狂 他們挨餓 歇斯底里 全身赤裸
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix 在黎明時分拖著自己走過黑人街巷 尋找那一針憤怒的毒藥
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, 天使腦袋的嘻皮沸騰,渴望與機械統治的暗夜裡閃閃發光的發電機發生古老美妙關係
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, 他們貧窮 衣衫襤褸 雙眼凹陷 興奮著 在冷水公寓那超自然的黑暗中吸著煙 靈魂飄浮於城市上空 構思爵士樂
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, 他們在高架鐵軌下對上帝袒露真情 發現默罕默德的天使們在燈火通明的住宅屋頂上搖搖欲墜
who passed through universities with radiant eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, 他們穿過大學校園 眼神冷酷明亮 幻聽著阿肯色州與布萊克悲歌 被研究戰爭的學者包圍
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, 他們被大學趨逐 因為瘋狂 因為在骷髏窗櫺上發表猥褻頌歌
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall, 他們穿著內褲蜷縮在沒刮鬍子的房間 在廢紙簍裡焚燒紙鈔 傾聽隔牆的駭魂
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, 他們露著陰毛被逮捕 帶著成捆的大麻經過拉雷多回到紐約
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night 他們在粉刷過的旅館裡吞火 或在天堂巷裡飲下松油 死去 或夜復一夜地作賤自己的身體
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, 用幻想 用毒品 用清醒的惡夢 alcohol and cock and endless balls, 用酒精 陰莖以及數不清的睪丸
我最喜歡的一段是, 在圖書館打工的Adam因為放錯書的位置而被上司臭罵一段,雖然只差正確的位置幾本書的距離。 上司說了一句: if a book is put in the wrong place, it can be lost for twenty years or more.maybe forever.
Put something in the wrong position,and even though it is still there-quite possibly under your nose- it can vanish for the rest of time.
I really like the feeling of arriving at air port.
You see tiny white plane fly pass the blue colour block above your head , like it's going to take you to a whole new life.
Despite today I was not the one going to fly away. I could feel the exciting feeling the way those travelers do.
I arrived airport at 2:30. ordered a vegetarian bread as lunch,but found out I am too nervous to swallow any bite.
I needed to calm myself, so I took out Paul Auster's Invisible. But still , none of the words I can swallow down. I totally lost my appetite of both the food and the book.
This came a dead end , I got a strong feeling that I must fully fill myself something right now.
I decided to go outside to swallow the sunshine.
Then,where he came, with a typical American family and a little Taiwanese boy. Their big smile shining under the sun, it seemed that somehow they were glistening.
I was totally stunned by the scene.
Ineffably,that was the point when I knew I am on the right way now ,can't go back anymore.