<div dir="ltr">I know you will click <a href="https://goo.gl/UMIzzy">https://goo.gl/UMIzzy</a> and like what it says!!<div>No Kidding<br><div class="gmail_extra"><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Thu, Apr 7, 2016 at 6:54 PM, <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:cypherpunks-request@cpunks.org" target="_blank">cypherpunks-request@cpunks.org</a>></span> wrote:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left-width:1px;border-left-color:rgb(204,204,204);border-left-style:solid;padding-left:1ex">Send cypherpunks mailing list submissions to<br>
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Today's Topics:<br>
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1. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Xer0Dynamite)<br>
2. Re: The Panama Papers: If you thought Snowden's Leaks were a<br>
'limited hangout' then... (Zenaan Harkness)<br>
3. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Zenaan Harkness)<br>
4. Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Xer0Dynamite)<br>
5. RE: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation<br>
(Peter Gutmann)<br>
6. Austrian military chief displays subtly rebellious attitude -<br>
America cringes (Zenaan Harkness)<br>
7. Re: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation (Rayzer)<br>
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Message: 1<br>
Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 18:28:52 -0500<br>
From: Xer0Dynamite <<a href="mailto:dreamingforward@gmail.com">dreamingforward@gmail.com</a>><br>
To: I <<a href="mailto:beatthebastards@inbox.com">beatthebastards@inbox.com</a>><br>
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Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation<br>
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On 4/6/16, I <<a href="mailto:beatthebastards@inbox.com">beatthebastards@inbox.com</a>> wrote:<br>
> "I've seen prisons."!!<br>
<br>
Sorry. I should have been more clear. I've been assaulted three<br>
times by police fighting for justice in America. I've seen them on<br>
the inside. I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in<br>
order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW.<br>
<br>
They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view,<br>
but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor.<br>
<br>
There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America. But<br>
nearly everyone you report to is complicit. They are not victims.<br>
They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone. Why should<br>
they fight for those with no voice? (That's the question I had to<br>
answer -- and ANSWERED.)<br>
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\0xD<br>
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Message: 2<br>
Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 23:34:43 +0000<br>
From: Zenaan Harkness <<a href="mailto:zen@freedbms.net">zen@freedbms.net</a>><br>
To: Cypherpunks <<a href="mailto:cypherpunks@cpunks.org">cypherpunks@cpunks.org</a>><br>
Subject: Re: The Panama Papers: If you thought Snowden's Leaks were a<br>
'limited hangout' then...<br>
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On 4/4/16, Rayzer <<a href="mailto:Rayzer@riseup.net">Rayzer@riseup.net</a>> wrote:<br>
> rysiek wrote:<br>
>> Dnia poniedziałek, 4 kwietnia 2016 10:40:18 CEST Georgi Guninski pisze:<br>
>>> On Sun, Apr 03, 2016 at 09:13:30PM -0400, grarpamp wrote:<br>
>>>> <a href="http://panamapapers.sueddeutsche.de/en/" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">http://panamapapers.sueddeutsche.de/en/</a><br>
>>>> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panama_Papers" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panama_Papers</a><br>
>>>> The Panama Papers is a news leak of confidential documents from an<br>
>>>> offshore tax haven originating from the Panamanian law firm Mossack<br>
>>>> Fonseca.<br>
>>> What is the main point?<br>
>>><br>
>>> The law is written by the rich for the rich.<br>
>>><br>
>>> I suspect a lot of laws have subtle workarounds for "optimizing taxes"<br>
>>> and worse stuff.<br>
>>><br>
>>> What other consequences this may have except to show someone broke local<br>
>>> laws and have more virtual money than expected?<br>
>> You're right, none. I suggest you don't read it, ignore it, and hence make<br>
>><br>
>> your prophecy self-fulfilling. It will give you a warm fuzzy feeling<br>
>> inside,<br>
>> I'm sure. :)<br>
>><br>
>> For the rest of you that might be interested, here's another source:<br>
>> <a href="https://www.occrp.org/en/panamapapers/" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">https://www.occrp.org/en/panamapapers/</a><br>
>><br>
><br>
> About your Panama Papers ... Brought to you by US intelligence agencies<br>
> with special thank to the "International Consortium of Investigative<br>
> Journalists" (ICIJ), which Pepe Escobar notes is funded by the "Center<br>
> for Public Integrity"... IOW:<br>
><br>
> "...the Ford Foundation, Carnegie Endowment, Rockefeller Family Fund,<br>
> Kellogg Foundation and the Soros racket"<br>
><br>
><br>
> One of his commenters:<br>
><br>
> "The Panama Papers are the exact kind of weaponized Psyops posing as an<br>
> 'activist leak' I wanted to see from Hybrid Warfare."<br>
><br>
><br>
> THE ULTIMATE LIMITED HANGOUT LEAK<br>
><br>
> Put on your Panama hat and dance the leak.<br>
><br>
> And if you believe in the integrity of the "International Consortium<br>
> of Investigative Journalists" (ICIJ), I got a made in Shenzhen<br>
> Panama hat to sell ya.<br>
><br>
> I never was, and never will be, a member of this racket; well,<br>
> people asked me, and I'm answering.<br>
><br>
> The ICIJ gets its cash and its "organizational procedure" via the<br>
> Exceptionalistan-based Center for Public Integrity. The money comes<br>
> from: Ford Foundation, Carnegie Endowment, Rockefeller Faimly Fund,<br>
> Kellogg Foundation and the Soros racket.<br>
><br>
> This alleged most massive leak ever was obtained by - what else - US<br>
> intel.<br>
><br>
> But the REAL leak will never be known. Even the uber-pathetic<br>
> Grauniad admitted, on the record, that "much of the leaked material<br>
> will remain private".<br>
><br>
> Why? Because it DIRECTLY implicates a gaggle of Western<br>
> 0.00000000001% multibillionaires and corporations. All of them play<br>
> the offshore casino game.<br>
><br>
><br>
> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027375976678" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027375976678</a><br>
> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027598731678" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/pepe.escobar.77377/posts/10154027598731678</a><br>
<br>
Pepe's article not on Facebook version:<br>
<a href="http://russia-insider.com/en/dance-panama-papers-limited-hangout-leak/ri13765" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">http://russia-insider.com/en/dance-panama-papers-limited-hangout-leak/ri13765</a><br>
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Well, at least clear directions for those with a genuine intent to<br>
infiltrate and leak^B^B^B<ahem> axe to grind... don't wink now.<br>
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Message: 3<br>
Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 23:46:40 +0000<br>
From: Zenaan Harkness <<a href="mailto:zen@freedbms.net">zen@freedbms.net</a>><br>
To: <a href="mailto:cypherpunks@cpunks.org">cypherpunks@cpunks.org</a><br>
Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation<br>
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On 4/6/16, Xer0Dynamite <<a href="mailto:dreamingforward@gmail.com">dreamingforward@gmail.com</a>> wrote:<br>
> On 4/6/16, I <<a href="mailto:beatthebastards@inbox.com">beatthebastards@inbox.com</a>> wrote:<br>
>> "I've seen prisons."!!<br>
><br>
> Sorry. I should have been more clear. I've been assaulted three<br>
> times by police fighting for justice in America.<br>
<br>
Ahh, those American police, fighting for justice like the rest of us<br>
should be. What great examples they set.<br>
<br>
<br>
> I've seen them on the inside.<br>
<br>
Male or female police?<br>
<br>
<br>
> I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in<br>
> order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW.<br>
<br>
Just as well you've clarified the basis of such MASTERY WITH<br>
CAPITALISATIONS, MAKES IT REALLY CLEAR FOR ME AT LEAST, PROBABLY FOR<br>
OTHERS TOO.<br>
<br>
<br>
> They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view,<br>
> but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor.<br>
<br>
I agree with you, but it can be bloody tough getting to the point of<br>
remaining in one's center in the face of the blatant corruption and<br>
psychological attacks of a Magistrate or "judge".<br>
<br>
<br>
> There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America. But<br>
> nearly everyone you report to is complicit. They are not victims.<br>
> They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone. Why should<br>
> they fight for those with no voice? (That's the question I had to<br>
> answer -- and ANSWERED.)<br>
<br>
Very good, perhaps would be useful to share some of your successes<br>
with the rest of us. Yes, there's a whole movement which can be<br>
googled, but I'm responding to you raising specific and personal<br>
events - many of us are interested in actual events, in particular<br>
successes, not hearsay.<br>
<br>
Regards,<br>
Zenaan<br>
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Message: 4<br>
Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 19:04:43 -0500<br>
From: Xer0Dynamite <<a href="mailto:dreamingforward@gmail.com">dreamingforward@gmail.com</a>><br>
To: Zenaan Harkness <<a href="mailto:zen@freedbms.net">zen@freedbms.net</a>><br>
Cc: <a href="mailto:cypherpunks@cpunks.org">cypherpunks@cpunks.org</a><br>
Subject: Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation<br>
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> Ahh, those American police, fighting for justice like the rest of us<br>
> should be. What great examples they set.<br>
<br>
Agreed, but remember not only are they only 1 branch of the US<br>
government, if they're acting without the authority and direction of<br>
the ELECTED executive, you are at a better legal position than they.<br>
<br>
>> I've mastered the Law it takes to defend yourself and in<br>
>> order to do that YOU HAVE TO APPRECIATE THE BASIS OF THE LAW.<br>
><br>
> Just as well you've clarified the basis of such MASTERY WITH<br>
> CAPITALISATIONS, MAKES IT REALLY CLEAR FOR ME AT LEAST, PROBABLY FOR<br>
> OTHERS TOO.<br>
<br>
Hey, my VT220 doesn't allow italics. And it's simpler to hold down<br>
the shift key when typing than searching for asteriks.<br>
<br>
>> They are too thick-headed to appreciate the little guys point of view,<br>
>> but if you appreciate the law, you can be the victor.<br>
><br>
> I agree with you, but it can be bloody tough getting to the point of<br>
> remaining in one's center in the face of the blatant corruption and<br>
> psychological attacks of a Magistrate or "judge".<br>
<br>
Remaining in one's center yes. Blatant corruption by a Judge, show<br>
me. Most every time people are victims to Judges who expect certain<br>
kinds of proceedings that decades of lawyers have spoiled them with.<br>
You have to remind them that it's a gov't of the People, not lawyers.<br>
<br>
>> There's serious injustice as I've said happening in America. But<br>
>> nearly everyone you report to is complicit. They are not victims.<br>
>> They like their redmeat, their television, their iPhone. Why should<br>
>> they fight for those with no voice? (That's the question I had to<br>
>> answer -- and ANSWERED.)<br>
><br>
> Very good, perhaps would be useful to share some of your successes<br>
> with the rest of us. Yes, there's a whole movement which can be<br>
> googled, but I'm responding to you raising specific and personal<br>
> events - many of us are interested in actual events, in particular<br>
> successes, not hearsay.<br>
<br>
Well I'm responding also to the idea that people are victims, they are<br>
not. They are usually complicit actors and beneficiaries of the<br>
SYSTEM. My personal story is too complex about how a taser shredded<br>
my immune system so that now I can hardly fight for anything due to<br>
the clinical depression.<br>
<br>
Marxos<br>
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Message: 5<br>
Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 05:12:11 +0000<br>
From: Peter Gutmann <<a href="mailto:pgut001@cs.auckland.ac.nz">pgut001@cs.auckland.ac.nz</a>><br>
To: I <<a href="mailto:beatthebastards@inbox.com">beatthebastards@inbox.com</a>>, "<a href="mailto:cypherpunks@cpunks.org">cypherpunks@cpunks.org</a>"<br>
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>"I've seen prisons."!!<br>
<br>
I've seen troopships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.<br>
<br>
Peter.<br>
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Message: 6<br>
Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 08:26:33 +0000<br>
From: Zenaan Harkness <<a href="mailto:zen@freedbms.net">zen@freedbms.net</a>><br>
To: <a href="mailto:cypherpunks@cpunks.org">cypherpunks@cpunks.org</a><br>
Subject: Austrian military chief displays subtly rebellious attitude -<br>
America cringes<br>
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Can't quite call him punk, yet.<br>
<br>
<a href="https://www.rt.com/news/338641-russia-austria-cooperation-military/" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">https://www.rt.com/news/338641-russia-austria-cooperation-military/</a><br>
'Russia closer to Austria than other major world powers' - head of<br>
Austrian General Staff in Moscow<br>
Published time: 6 Apr, 2016 12:46<br>
"<br>
Vienna’s top military figure noted that one of the reasons for his<br>
visit to the Russian capital was to disobey others’ orders.<br>
“I’m not going to carry out instructions and follow orders on who's<br>
worth talking to and who's not. That’s exactly the reason why I<br>
decided to pay you a visit,” Austrian General Staff Lieutenant-General<br>
Othmar Commenda said at a meeting with the chief of Russia's General<br>
Staff, First Deputy Defense Minister Valery Gerasimov.<br>
"<br>
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Message: 7<br>
Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 08:53:57 -0700<br>
From: Rayzer <<a href="mailto:Rayzer@riseup.net">Rayzer@riseup.net</a>><br>
To: <a href="mailto:cypherpunks@cpunks.org">cypherpunks@cpunks.org</a><br>
Subject: Re: [FORGED] Re: [Cryptography] A humble recommendation<br>
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Peter Gutmann wrote:<br>
>> "I've seen prisons."!!<br>
> I've seen troopships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.<br>
><br>
> Peter.<br>
><br>
><br>
<br>
I've seen: "...bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with mother<br>
finally ******,"<br>
<br>
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving<br>
hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at<br>
dawn looking for an angry fix,<br>
<br>
...angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection<br>
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and<br>
tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural<br>
darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities<br>
contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El<br>
and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,<br>
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating<br>
Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were<br>
expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on<br>
the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in<br>
underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the<br>
Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards<br>
returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who<br>
ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley,<br>
death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams,<br>
with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless<br>
balls, incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning<br>
in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating<br>
all the motionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of<br>
halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the<br>
rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking<br>
traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring<br>
winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of<br>
mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from<br>
Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and<br>
children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered<br>
bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,<br>
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and<br>
sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s,<br>
listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked<br>
continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to<br>
museum to the Brooklyn Bridge, a lost battalion of platonic<br>
conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off<br>
windowsills off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking<br>
screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and<br>
eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole<br>
intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with<br>
brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, who<br>
vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous<br>
picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall, suffering Eastern sweats<br>
and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under<br>
junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room, who wandered<br>
around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where<br>
to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in<br>
boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms<br>
in grandfather night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross<br>
telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated<br>
at their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho<br>
seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,<br>
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in<br>
supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of<br>
Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown<br>
rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz<br>
or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse<br>
about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to<br>
Africa, who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind<br>
nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry<br>
scattered in fireplace Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast<br>
investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes<br>
sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets, who<br>
burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco<br>
haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in<br>
Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos<br>
wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry<br>
also wailed, who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and<br>
trembling before the machinery of other skeletons, who bit<br>
detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for<br>
committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and<br>
intoxication, who howled on their knees in the subway and were<br>
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts, who let<br>
themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and<br>
screamed with joy, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,<br>
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, who balled in<br>
the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public<br>
parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come<br>
who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a<br>
sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked<br>
angel came to pierce them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to<br>
the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual<br>
dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one<br>
eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the<br>
intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom, who copulated<br>
ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package<br>
of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the<br>
floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision<br>
of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,<br>
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the<br>
sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the<br>
snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in<br>
the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen<br>
night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of<br>
Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty<br>
lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops<br>
in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely<br>
petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of<br>
johns, & hometown alleys too, who faded out in vast sordid movies,<br>
were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked<br>
themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and<br>
horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment<br>
offices, who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the<br>
snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a<br>
room full of steam-heat and opium, who created great suicidal dramas<br>
on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blur<br>
floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in<br>
oblivion, who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the<br>
crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery, who wept at the<br>
romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad<br>
music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge,<br>
and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts, who coughed on the<br>
sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky<br>
surrounded by orange crates of theology, who scribbled all night<br>
rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow<br>
morning were stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung<br>
heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable<br>
kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an<br>
egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for<br>
Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every<br>
day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times<br>
successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique<br>
stores where they thought they were growing old and cried, who were<br>
burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid<br>
blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments<br>
of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of<br>
advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or<br>
were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, who<br>
jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked<br>
away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup<br>
alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer, who sang out of<br>
their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in<br>
the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street,<br>
danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of<br>
nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw<br>
up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the<br>
blast of colossal steamwhistles, who barreled down the highways of<br>
the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude<br>
watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry<br>
seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision<br>
or he had a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Denver,<br>
who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who<br>
watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went<br>
away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,<br>
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each<br>
other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated<br>
its hair for a second, who crashed through their minds in jail<br>
waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of<br>
reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz, who<br>
retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender<br>
Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black<br>
locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or<br>
grave, who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism &<br>
were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury, who threw<br>
potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented<br>
themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads<br>
and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,<br>
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol<br>
electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong<br>
& amnesia, who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic<br>
pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia, returning years later<br>
truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the<br>
visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,<br>
Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering<br>
with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight<br>
solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare,<br>
bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with mother finally<br>
******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement<br>
window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone<br>
slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied<br>
down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose<br>
twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary,<br>
nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination— ah, Carl, while<br>
you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total<br>
animal soup of time— and who therefore ran through the icy streets<br>
obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the<br>
ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane, who<br>
dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images<br>
juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual<br>
images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of<br>
consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens<br>
Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose<br>
and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with<br>
shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm<br>
of thought in his naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel<br>
beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to<br>
say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly<br>
clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the<br>
suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma<br>
lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the<br>
last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out<br>
of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.<br>
<br>
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End Stanza I<br>
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Howl By Allen Ginsberg<br>
<br>
For Carl Solomon<br>
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<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179381" rel="noreferrer" target="_blank">http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179381</a><br>
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RR<br>
"Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers ... And neutralize them, neutralize them, neutralize them"<br>
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