Both the poem and film begin with
Ginsberg's unflinching and provocative lines:
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed
by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets
at dawn, looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in
the machinery of night
by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets
at dawn, looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in
the machinery of night
