Curated

I know that victory's sweet, even deep in the cheap seats.

and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—

—"Howl," Allen Ginsberg (via thefirstaidkit)