I've had this audio file on my laptop for a number of years and have always wondered when it was recorded. It is the first recording (not reading) of Howl. Thanks to this article for the info: www.openculture.com/2013/06/he...
I read this poem when I was eighteen and it is definitely one of the greatest poems in the history of the English language and perhaps one of the best of all time.
Well the poet himself is reading it. ive often wondered though, as a poet myself (super amateur) do poets expect their poetry to be read in their own voice? while I often feel that poetry and writing (as Ginsbergs fellow beat, friend, an ex-lover Burroughs said) "all writing is autobiographical". But I wonder if we write, thinking someone else will read it outloud?
@@DadsWatchingRU-vid as a VO artist and actor, I find that the secondary interpretation can be wonderful at times because a good writer isn't always a good orator. Listening to their work and then polishing and refining it often comes out as the best for my personal listening experience.
Yes I. listened each of all find in this tube. Punked it myself with electric out-tuned guitar i did'nt really knew playing, a close poetess-friend tiling the french translation on my english reading (french myself, i'v progressed a lot about accent, since ^^) ; no one understood anything, but every present knew the Howl and it's been a fine trip, over out that more and more actual Molloch that picks our brains and meat out the plate of Saturn, to the door of Allen's cottage from a seajourney through the tears of the World in the occidental night. 😶🌫 The reason for what this major txt isn't a bigger monument and inter-national "Heritage of Humanity" than Disney/McDo/Coca is the same for what Julian Assange is where he is. Allen won the trial but his memory is'nt much less buried. Sometimes showed off as advertising to sell a little bit more CDs.
I've listened 12+ times across 6 different states over a year. still can't make it through part I without getting upset. I've seen so many of these images play out for me or for other people living in Ginsbergs origin city. What sounded like lunacy even at 18... makes sense. It hits home - not just that, it hits my very idea of home. when part II comes, I feel anger against this systematic Moloch and I want to do something about what I'm hearing. But what can you do. After all, it's moloch.
I think Lana del Reys interpretation beats this one, because her voice is so lush and she relishes his every word, it's like the poem was made for her. But she only reads the first few minutes of the first part somewhere in Tropico, I wish there was a full version.
I listend to this in the car commuting to work for a whole year, every single day… I know every phrase by heart… what an overwhelmingly beautiful poem… his words and thoughts, meanings and interpretations are beyond anything I have ever read. Absolutely beautiful to listen to. Thanks for uploading this video!!!👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy! (this sums up how i felt listening to this for the first time. what an experience!)
I love him but hes definitely got some sketchy downsides. And not drugs, sexuality, leftist politics, or anything like that. I mean stuff we all agree is pretty bad.
I’m with you in Rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night Favorite part
I heard Ginsberg at Goddard in the 70's and turned him onto Boones Farm Apple Wine. Now, I live in Portland just up the street from Reed. That said, I just have to say: "How cool you are, Dada Daddy!"
So many things I love about this damn thing firstly it's gorgeously long ass in length and a stream that flows like my own brain continues into the evening when I fall sleepy
I have a whole new character that you may not heard. He was a comedian that few people ever heard of. His name was Lord Buckley. Google Search Lord Buckley Governor slug well. Not exactly Ginsberg, but I think you'll enjoy it all the same. If you like it, give me a thumbs up. 👍👍
I didn’t know I could post a comment here. I’m no stranger to this place, By luck I found it. Ginsberg points us down the long barrel of history, he dares us to look forward and prove him wrong
@@neilkurowski4991 Haha, that's wild! I agree, there's some great works of art nowadays but harder to find I think. And that's really surreal that you have the same last name.
Housing. There's no cheap housing. That's why Paris was such a spot for modernists (eg Henry Miller), you could get a cheap place to write. That's why the Beats ended up out west - it was possible to cover your rent and have time to work. Nowadays, people are working two jobs just to make ends meet. I've seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, indeed.
feggy fegson duuude yes so much. The spoken word part of peace frog(?) is especially ginsbergian. “Indians scattered on God’s highway bleeding. Ghosts shatter the young child’s fragile eggshell mind” Absolutely beautiful language and undoubtedly inspired by Ginsberg
This is great - thanks for posting. Actually, there's at least one earlier recording of Ginsberg performing Howl, at Six Gallery in 1955. It's reproduced on the CD rom that's included with book _"Howl" Fifty Years Later_ edited by Jason Shinder.
"Upon the poem's release, Ferlinghetti and the bookstore's manager, Shigeyoshi Murao, were charged with disseminating obscene literature, and both were arrested. On October 3, 1957, Judge Clayton W. Horn ruled that the poem was not obscene"
Why does it say first recording of Howl when this clearly is a much later recording. The 1956 recording also on youtube is impressive. Such a young voice he has.
When I saw Ginsberg at the Royal Albert Hall in 1984, Gregory Corso was there too, I'd hoped he'd read from Howl, but no. It was still pretty amazing though.....
"In his travels overseas, Solomon was exposed to Surrealism and Dada, which inspired him throughout his life. In Paris, he witnessed Antonin Artaud give a screaming poetry reading. This so impressed him that he remained a disciple of Artaud for much of his life."
@Thomas Ollister America is doomed. Go back to Sean Hannity so he can fill your cliche-ridden psyche with more neocon slogans and Leave It To Beaver stereotypes of an America that's been dead for more than half a century.
@Thomas Ollister I don't support his pedophilia which he espoused in the 1960s. His poem was written in the 1950s. He was also a Buddhist. But if you think America isn't doomed, then you're living in a cocoon. I remember what it was like to some extent in the late 1950s and how things began to change after JFK's murder. Almost everyone believed what they saw and heard on the TV news. They believed what the government told them and lived with their middle-class values which, in the end, didn't help the middle class in the long run. The middle class has been slowly and systematically dissolved. I remember what the cost of things were at stores in the early 1960s. I remember when it didn't take two paychecks per week for parents to support their households.
He came back to Reed in, I think, 1984, and read several of his poems, and jammed with a student band named Gregor Samsa (probably not the one officially formed in 2000? I dunno). He wore a tweed suit, white button-down shirt, and a gold lame tie.
This is depressing. I never resonated with this poem reading it, but listening to it I can really sense the mood so much more clearly. It’s dark and painful. Not inherently a bad thing but wow is it oppressive.
I realize you posted this 7 years ago, but solidarity for this being my favorite part. The first time I read it, I shouted in joy at his capture of the sound through its own name.
I love it: it's so wonderful, and truthful= a real American artistic expression. Honoring the freedom, and liberty that the very nation itself was founded on.
Oh really, the nation was founded on the extermination of the Native American which everyone knows now.Trip jokingly unique probably tells me that you are being sarcastic here.I hope so.If not you are an idiot sir or madam.Either was peace from Ireland.
Celebrating the “ping pong of the abyss” though it’s not clear why. Out of the entire poem it’s a wonder the focus is heavily related to ping pong, abyss, and Carl.
Ja też widziałam i wciąż widzę takie umysły, ale nigdy nie stawiałam się ponad nimi. nie oszukujmy się to nie wiatr przetrącił kark niewinności wciąż idą po trupach bo nikt z podeptanych nie zapłakał na głos
