i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness

this is what i do when i feel myself growing hopeless and i need to pray somehow or otherwise remove myself from the physical space i'm occupying--i chant the words of allen ginsberg, over and over, until at last the stone that imprisons me begins to crack.
i don't think i am an exception, because--although i've never studied ginsberg formally, and i haven't watched that one movie about him that i think was just made--i know that he was a popular figure, and i am not the first to discover his power. i know that he moved people, either towards passionate agreement or passionate disagreement, and his words move me now, because when i read his poems i feel relief knowing that someone besides me is worried too.

and then i find this, and i feel like maybe our world will make it after all:

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