Fifty years after its publication by City Lights in San Francisco, Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" still manages to provoke a diverse array of reactions from the reading public. Ridicule is common, as is ...

Practically the first thing Allen Ginsberg did when he hit San Francisco was to seek out poet Kenneth Rexroth, whose Friday night literary salons were legendary. "What's happening? Who's interesting?

When poet and publisher Lawrence Ferlinghetti heard Howl in 1955, he sent a telegram to Alan Ginsberg. "I greet you at the beginning of a great career," he wrote. (He was borrowing from what he ...

"Howl" is the best movie ever made about a poem. That may not be saying much; I can't think of another film like it. But this look at Allen Ginsberg is innovative, informative and effective. The film ...

Sixty years ago in San Francisco, Allen Ginsberg penned a poem that opened with the now-famous lines: I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging ...

" 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…" Capturing the spirit of Allen ...

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked….” So begins one of the most famous poems of the Beat literary movement: Allen Ginsberg’s epic, “Howl.” Written ...

As suggested by its title, Allen Ginsberg's game-changing poem Howl is essentially performative — and so is Howl, the Sundance-opening quasibiographical movie by Oscar-winning documentarians Rob ...

It”s hard to fathom in this multimedia age “” when artistic expressions are regularly YouTubed, or CGI-ed, or subject to some other form of televisual razzle dazzle “” that just 50 years ago, in the ...

Go figure: Handsome James Franco just about disappears into his role as poet Allen Ginsberg, who, even in his younger days, was probably rarely accused of being dreamy. Behind dark-rimmed glasses, ...

‘Howl,â? the infamous Beat-era poem by Allen Ginsberg, turns 50 this year. The anniversary has already led to the inevitable tribute readings and gassy lionizations. Happily, it has also flushed out a ...