这一代最杰出 的头脑毁于疯狂

 1926 年 6 月 3 日，艾伦·金斯堡出生于新泽西纽瓦克帕特逊市一个犹太裔家庭。父亲路易斯·金斯堡是位中学教师，热爱文学，偶尔写诗。母亲娜奥米是俄国移民的后裔、热情的马克思主义者。“他们是过时的哲学家，”金斯堡后来回忆他的父母说道，“我父亲会围着房子绕圈背诵艾米丽·迪金森的作品，或者攻击艾略特的‘反启蒙主义’毁掉了诗歌；我的母亲给我讲述的睡前故事总是这样的，好心的国王离开他的城堡，解放了受苦的工人。”

金斯堡的少年时代不免压抑，“我担心我对性事、音乐、宇宙/的感知让人察觉/受到嘲笑、被黑人孩子痛打一顿。”另一方面，他在日记中口气夸张的宣称，“开始写作（我想）是为了满足我的自负”，那时候他才 14 岁。 

1943 年秋天，艾伦·金斯堡来到哥伦比亚大学时，他还只是一个从新泽西来的害羞、笨拙的犹太男孩，穿着保守的衬衣，鼻梁上厚厚的眼镜将他那黑眼睛中大胆与不安的神情放大，这让他看起来有点像是年轻时候的弗·斯科特·菲茨杰拉德（《了不起的盖茨比》的作者）。只不过，菲茨杰拉德这可怜的小伙追求的是如何举止像个有钱人；而金斯堡在他低调而恭顺的外表下，渴望的是找到一种让生活疯狂起来的方法。

“刚买来一架柯达雷丁那相机，让老巴给我按了一张。1953 年。”

同年 12 月，他先后结识了威廉·巴勒斯、杰克·凯鲁亚克、卢西恩·卡尔等人。随后是 1946 年、携 16 岁的妻子露安娜游荡到此的“丹佛的淫棍与阿多尼斯”尼尔·卡萨迪。这个有着街头智慧、说谎上瘾、性欲贪得无厌的家伙，向这些小知识分子们展示了何谓真正的“垮掉派”生活（虽然那时候还没有这个字眼）。他们是金斯堡的启蒙导师，文学与性爱上。

1949 年，金斯堡从哥伦比亚大学毕业。他在纽约一边写诗，一边从事着各种工作，洗碗工、撰稿人、市场调查员。后来受人牵连，他在精神病院蹲了 8 个月，并认识了卡尔·所罗门。1954 年，他口袋里装着 6 个月的失业救济金前往旧金山。

1955 年 10 月 7 日，艾伦·金斯堡在旧金山六画廊朗读了《嚎叫》。这是献给卡尔·所罗门——一个“疯狂的圣人”、有着强烈自虐倾向的天才——以及他在精神病院遭受的种种折磨的。

《嚎叫》分为三个章节，金斯堡说，“第一部分是在一个下午鬼使神差在打字机上写成的，任凭具有抽象诗歌美的凌乱的句子，无意义的想象在头脑中奔泻、相互联结，犹如卓别林摇摇晃晃的行走……深沉悲哀但不乏喜剧因素”，“哀悼羔羊一样的美国青年”。金斯堡在仙人掌致幻剂的作用下写下第二部分，关于工业文明的“神”——摩洛克，从《圣经》中《利未记》引申而来、弗朗茨·朗的《大都会》中吞噬工人的神祗，“为折磨羔羊的怪物命名。”第三部分金斯堡对卡尔·所罗门直接呐喊，以“我同你一起在罗克兰（精神病院）”开端的长长的排比，在幻觉中，摩洛克被战胜，“陈述羔羊的荣耀”。意犹未尽中，一种类似性爱的亢奋与狂喜席卷了诗人，“神圣！”他不断重复，“世界神圣、灵魂神圣、肌肤神圣……万物皆神圣！”

“垮掉”大合影

这是垮掉派运动中最重要的一幕，“人群在惊愕中欢呼，我们知道最深层的桎梏已经被打破，人类的声音与身体开始撞击着美国的围墙”。诗集被印成小册子疯狂在旧金山的先锋艺术青年圈子流传。讽刺的是，《嚎叫》后来之所以将影响了波及到整个美国社会，全赖一位海关税收员将诗集视为淫秽物品予以没收、引来了那张著名的官司。 

从此开始，“没人知道将要发生什么，没人真正拥有自制力。美国正精神紧张的崩溃……因此，得意、绝望、预言、紧张、自杀与秘密，公众在诗歌的城市中快活着。”金斯堡说道，“那是个永恒的时候，以后再也不会有人对永恒充满乡愁。”

金斯堡与爱人彼得·奥洛夫斯基

Howl

BY ALLEN GINSBERG

For Carl Solomon

I

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,

angel headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,

who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,

who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,

incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,

who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,

who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,

a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,

whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,

who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,

suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,   

who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,

who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,

who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,   

who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,

who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,

who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,

who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,

who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,

who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,

who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,

who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,

who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,

who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom,

who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,

who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,

who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,

who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,

who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-heat and opium,

who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,

who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,

who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music,

who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,

who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,

who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,

who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,

who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,

who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,

who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,

who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,

who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave,

who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,

who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,

and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia,

who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,

Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,

with mother finally ******, 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—

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time—

and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane,

who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,

and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

II

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

III

Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland

   where you’re madder than I am

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you must feel very strange

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you imitate the shade of my mother

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you laugh at this invisible humor

I’m with you in Rockland

   where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter

I’m with you in Rockland

   where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio

I’m with you in Rockland

   where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses

I'm with you in Rockland

   where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse

I’m with you in Rockland

   where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha

I’m with you in Rockland

   where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb

I’m with you in Rockland

   where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale

I’m with you in Rockland

   where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep

I’m with you in Rockland

   where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself    imaginary walls collapse   O skinny legions run outside   O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here   O victory forget your underwear we’re free

I’m with you in Rockland

   in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

San Francisco, 1955—1956

嚎叫

致卡尔·所罗门 

艾伦·金斯堡 

I 

我看见这一代最杰出的头脑毁于疯狂，挨着饿歇斯底里浑身赤裸，拖着自己走过黎明时分的黑人街巷寻找狠命的一剂， 

天使般圣洁的西卜斯特渴望与黑夜机械中那星光闪烁的发电机沟通古朴的美妙关系， 

他们贫穷衣衫破旧双眼深陷昏昏然在冷水公寓那超越自然的黑暗中吸着烟飘浮过城市上空冥思爵士乐章彻夜不眠， 

他们在高架铁轨下对上苍袒露真情，发现默罕默德的天使们灯火通明的住宅屋顶上摇摇欲坠， 

他们睁着闪亮的冷眼进出大学，在研究战争的学者群中幻遇阿肯色和布莱克启示的悲剧， 

他们被逐出学校因为疯狂因为在骷髅般的窗玻璃上发表猥亵的颂诗， 

他们套着短裤蜷缩在没有剃须的房间，焚烧纸币于废纸篓中隔墙倾听恐怖之声， 

他们返回纽约带着成捆的大麻穿越拉雷多裸着耻毛被逮住， 

他们在涂抹香粉的旅馆吞火要么去“乐园幽径”饮松油，或死，或夜复一夜地作贱自己的躯体， 

用梦幻，用毒品，用清醒的恶梦，用酒精和阳具和数不清的睾丸， 

颤抖的乌云筑起无与伦比的死巷而脑海中的闪电冲往加拿大和培特森，照亮这两极之间死寂的时光世界， 

摩根一般可信的大厅，后院绿树墓地上的黎明，屋顶上的醉态，兜风驶过市镇上嗜茶的小店时那霓虹一般耀眼的车灯，太阳和月亮和布鲁克林呼啸黄昏里树木的摇撼，垃圾箱的怒吼和最温和的思维之光， 

他们将自己拴在地铁就着安非他命从巴特里到布隆克斯基地作没有穷尽的旅行直到车轮和孩子的响声唤醒他们，浑身发抖嘴唇破裂，在灯光凄惨的动物园磨去了光辉的大脑憔悴而凄凉， 

他们整夜沉浸于比克福德自助餐馆海底的灯光，漂游而出然后坐在寥落的福加基酒吧喝一下午马尿啤酒，倾听命运在氢气点唱机上吱呀作响， 

他们一连交谈七十个小时从公园到床上到酒吧到贝尔维医院到博物馆到布鲁克林大桥， 

一群迷惘的柏拉图式空谈家就着月光跳下防火梯跳下窗台跳下帝国大厦， 

絮絮叨叨着尖叫着呕吐着窃窃私语着事实和回想和轶闻趣事和怒目而视的对抗和医院的休克和牢房和战争， 

一代睿智之士两眼发光沉入七天七夜深沉的回忆，祭祀会堂的羔羊肉扔在砖石路上， 

他们隐入新泽西禅宗子虚乌有乡留下一张张意义含糊的明信片，上面引着亚特兰大市政厅的风光，

在纽华克带家俱的幽暗房间里忍受药力消褪后的痛楚，东方的苦役，丹吉尔骨头的碾磨和中国的偏头痛， 

他们徘徊在夜半的铁路调车场不知去往何方，前行，依然摆不脱忧伤， 

他们在货车厢里点燃香烟吵闹着穿过雪地驰往始祖夜色中孤寂的农场， 

他们研究着鲁太阿斯、艾仑·坡和圣约翰之间的精神感应研究爵士乐中犹太的神秘学问因为在堪萨斯宇宙正在脚下本能地震颤， 

他们孤独地穿行在艾达荷的大街小巷寻找爱幻想的印第安天使因为他们是爱幻想的印第安天使， 

他们只觉得欣喜万分因为巴尔的摩在超自然的狂喜中隐约可见， 

他们带着俄克拉荷马的华人一头钻进轿车感受冬夜街灯小镇雨滴的刺激， 

他们饥饿孤独地漫游在休斯敦寻找爵士乐寻找性寻找羹汤，他们尾随那位显赫的西班牙人要与他探讨美国和永恒，但宏愿无望，他们远渡非洲， 

他们消逝在墨西哥的火山丛中无所牵挂只留下粗布工装的阴影而壁炉芝加哥便散满诗的熔岩和灰烬， 

他们出没于西海岸留着胡须身穿短裤追查联邦调查局，他们皮肤深色衬得反战主义者们睁大的双眼十分**他们散发着费解的传单， 

他们在胳膊上烙满香烟洞口抗议资本主义整治沉醉者的烟草阴霾， 

他们在联合广场分发超共产主义小册子，哭泣，脱衣而洛塞勒摩斯的警笛却扫倒了他们，扫倒了墙，斯塔登岛的渡船也哭号起来， 

他们在空荡荡的健身房里失声痛哭赤身裸体，颤抖在另一种骨架的机械前， 

他们撕咬侦探的后颈，在警车里兴奋地怪叫因为犯下的罪行不过是他们自己进行了狂野的鸡奸和吸毒， 

他们跪倒在地铁里嚎叫，抖动着性器挥舞着手稿被拖下屋顶， 

他们让神圣的摩托车手挺进自己的后部，还发出快活的大叫， 

他们吞舔别人自己也被那些人类的六翼天使和水生抚弄，那是来自大西洋和加勒比海爱的摩挲， 

他们造爱于清晨于黄昏于玫瑰园于公园和墓地草丛，他们的液体欢畅地撒向任何哪个可以达到**的人， 

他们在土耳其浴室的隔墙后不停地打嗝试图挤出格格傻笑最后却只有哽咽啜泣，而金发碧眼的裸露天使就扑上前来要一剑刺穿他们， 

他们失去了自己的爱侣全因那三只古老的命运地鼠，一只是独眼的异性恋美元一只挤出子宫直眨眼另一只径自剪断织布工匠智慧的金钱， 

他们狂热而贪婪地交合手握一瓶啤酒一个情人一包香烟一只蜡烛从床上滚下，又在地板上和客厅里继续进行直到最后眼中浮现出最后的阴门昏倒在墙壁上在意识消散的最后一刻达到高潮， 

他们使一百万颤抖在落日下的姑娘享受甜蜜的时刻，甜蜜的双眼在清晨布满血丝但仍然准备着领略日出时分的喜悦和谷仓里一闪即逝的屁股以及湖中的裸体， 

他们浪荡于科罗拉多在偷来的各种夜车里奸宿娼妓，尼-卡，是这些诗句的主角，这位丹佛的雄鸡和阿东尼－他的往事令人愉快，他放倒过无数的姑娘在空旷的建筑基地和餐车后部，在电影院东倒西歪的椅子上，在山顶的洞中，或者在熟悉的幽径撩起憔悴的女侍生的衬裙，尤其在加油站，在厕所还有家乡胡同里的主观论， 

他们渐渐消失在巨大的肮脏电影院里，在梦幻中被赶了出来，惊醒在突然出现的曼哈顿，冷酷的葡萄酒和第三大街铁石之梦的恐怖驱散了他们地窖里的宿醉，既而一头跌进失业救济所的大门， 

他们鞋子里渗透鲜血彻夜行走在积雪的船坞等待那条东方河流打开屋门通往一间贮满蒸气热和鸦片的房间， 

他们攀上哈德逊河岸绝壁公寓的楼顶在战乱年代水银灯般的蓝色月光下上演惨痛的自杀悲剧而他们的头颅将在冥府冕以桂冠， 

他们食用想象的烧羊肉或在包瓦里污浊的沟渠底部消化螃蟹， 

他们扶着装满洋葱和劣等音乐的手推车对着街头的浪漫曲哭泣， 

他们走投无路地坐着吸进大桥底下的黑暗，然后爬上自己的阁楼建造大钢琴， 

他们头戴火冠咳嗽在哈雷姆的六楼，结核的天空被神学的橘园围困， 

他们整夜信笔涂鸦念着高深的咒语摇滚为卑怯的早晨留下一纸乱语胡言， 

他们蒸煮腐坏的动物肺心脏蹄尾巴罗宋汤和玉蜀黍饼梦想着抽象的植物界， 

他们一头钻进肉食卡车寻找一枚鸡蛋， 

他们把手表从楼顶扔下算作他们为时间之外的永恒投下一票，从此之后闹钟每日鸣响十年不得安宁， 

他们成功不成功三次切开手腕，洗手不干又被迫橇开古玩商店他们在店里自觉苍老暗自悲戚， 

他们在麦迪逊大街披着天真的法兰绒西服备受煎熬，目睹低级诗会的狂欢和流行的铁汉们醉生梦死的笑闹和广告仙子们硝化甘油的尖叫和阴险而睿智的编辑们的芥子气，还被绝对现实的出租车撞倒在地， 

他们纵身跳下布鲁克林大桥这确有其事然后悄悄走开遁入雾蒙蒙的窄巷和水龙忘在唐人街的精神恍惚里，甚至顾不上一杯免费的啤酒， 

他们在窗台上绝望地唱歌，翻过地铁窗口，跳进肮脏的巴塞克河，扑向黑人，沿街号哭，在破碎的酒杯上赤脚舞蹈，摔碎三十年代欧洲怀乡的德国爵士乐唱片喝光了威士忌呻吟着吐入血污的厕所，小声地叹惜而震耳欲聋的汽笛忽然响起， 

他们沿往日的大道风驰电掣前往彼此的破车殉难地牢狱般孤独的守候或伯明翰爵士乐的化身， 

他们一连七十二小时驱车不停越过田野看看是你是我还是他发现了美景，他们要寻找永恒， 

他们旅行到丹佛，他们死在丹佛，他们回到丹佛徒劳地等待，他们守望着丹佛沉思和孤单在丹佛，最后离去寻找时光，如今丹佛却因为失去了自己的英雄而孤单寂寞， 

他们跪倒在无望的教堂为彼此的解脱为光明和乳房而祈祷，只求灵魂得到暂时的启迪， 

他们在监牢里焦躁不安等待着金发的恶徒，等待着他们对着鹈鹕鸟吟唱悦耳的布鲁斯和内心现实的魅力， 

他们隐居墨西哥修身养性，或去洛矶山皈依佛陀或远涉丹吉尔寻找故友或去南太平洋寻找黑色机车头或去哈佛寻找那西塞斯或去伍德龙寻找雏菊花环或坟墓， 

他们要求公正的审判，控诉麻醉人的无线电，而无人过问他们混乱的神志，他们的双手和悬而不决的陪审团， 

他们投掷土豆色拉驱赶纽约市的达达主义演说，继而自己踏上疯人院的花岗石级表演光头和自杀的滑稽演说，请求立即实施脑叶切除， 

而他们反被施以胰岛素痉挛强心剂电疗水疗信疗职业疗这些实在的虚空，乒乓和健忘症， 

他们愤怒的抗议仅仅掀翻了一张象征性的乒乓桌，暂且罢手因为精神紧张， 

多年之后卷土重来光秃秃的只剩下一头血样的假发，泪水和手指，回到这东边的疯城，这病房中疯人们无法逃脱的恶运， 

朝圣者之州的大厅罗克兰的大厅格雷斯通的大厅腐臭难闻，他们跟灵魂的回响互相争吵，孤独－长凳－石屋，午夜的摇滚在爱的王国，人生万事恰如恶梦，肉体变石头沉重一如月球， 

最后跟母亲－－，最后一本天书扔出窗外，最后一次门关闭在临晨四点，最后一部电话甩在墙上回答最后一间布置好的房间清洗一空，只留下扭在壁柜铁丝钩上的黄纸玫瑰这最后一件精神家俱，就连这也纯属想象，整个房间空空如也之存一线幻觉的希望－－ 

啊，卡尔，你不安稳时我也不安稳，而你如今可真正困入了时代的杂烩汤－－ 

因此他们奔跑过冰冷的街道梦想炼金术的光芒突然闪现，为他们寻找省略，排列，韵律的用法和震颤的平面指点迷津， 

他们用并置的意象实现了梦想，让活生生的沟壑横亘于时空，在两个视觉意象间逮住了灵魂的天使长，他们联接基本动词，将名词和意识的破折号合在一处，欢跳在万能之父永恒的上帝感觉里， 

以改造人类贫困的句法和韵律，他们站在您面前无语，睿智，羞愧得发抖，被拒绝但表明心迹，他们光裸而深邃的头脑适应思维的节拍， 

疯狂的浪子和天使压着点子敲击，鲜为人知，但仍要留下死后来生可能想说的话， 

脱胎换骨站起在爵士乐的奇装异服里在乐队号角的阴影下，并吹奏出在美国袒露着心灵求爱所遭受的苦难，吹出萨克管中以利以利拉马拉马萨巴各大尼的哭喊，这哀鸣捣碎了城市直至最后一台收音机， 

从他们自己身上剜出的这块人生诗歌的绝对心脏足以吃上一千年。 

II 

是什么水泥合金的怪物敲开了他们的头骨吃掉了他们的头脑和想象？ 

火神！孤独！秽物！丑恶！垃圾箱和得不到的美元！孩子们在楼梯下的尖叫！小伙子们在军队里抽泣！老人们在公园里哭泣！ 

火神！火神！火神的恶梦！得不到爱神的火神！精神的火神！惩治人类的判官火神！ 

火神这无法理解的牢狱！火神这骷髅股骨自由化没有灵魂的监狱这忧患的会合处！火神他的高楼是审判！火神这战争的巨石！火神这不省人事的统治！ 

火神他的思想是纯粹的机械！火神他的血液是流淌的金钱！火神他的手指是十支军队！火神他的胸脯是吃人的发电机！火神他的耳朵是冒烟的坟墓！ 

火神他的双眼是一千扇堵死的窗户！火神他的摩天大楼沿街矗立像数不清的耶和华！火神他的工厂沉睡在雾中，喊叫在雾中！火神他的烟囱和天线耸入城市上空！ 

火神他的埃是不尽的油料和石头！火神他的灵魂是电力和银行！火神他的贫穷是天才的鬼魂！火神他的命运是一团无性的氢气！火神他的名字叫意志！ 

火神我孤独地坐在其中！火神我梦想天使在其中！在火神中疯狂！在火神中放荡！在火神中丧失爱情和男性！ 

火神他钻入我幼小的灵魂！火神在其中我是没有形体的意识！火神他吓跑了我天生的乐趣！火神我抛弃他！在火神中觉醒！光明泻出天空！ 

火神！火神！机器人寓所！隐形的郊区！骸骨宝物！盲目的资本！魔鬼工业！幽灵国家！不可救药的疯人院！花岗岩生殖器！怪兽原子弹！ 

他们累断了脊梁送火神上天！砖石路，树木，无线电，吨位！把城市举向无处不在的天堂！ 

梦境！凶兆！幻影！奇迹！狂喜！没入美国的河流！ 

梦想！崇拜！光亮！宗教！一整船敏感的谎话！ 

决口！泛过河岸！翻腾和十字架上的苦刑！倾入洪水！高地！显现！绝望！十年的动物惨叫和自杀！头脑！新欢！疯狂的一代！撞上时光的岩石！ 

多么神圣的笑声在河里！有目共睹！那圆睁的眼睛！神圣的叫喊！他们摇手道别！他们跳下屋顶！奔向孤独！摇手！带着花儿！沉入河流！没入街道！ 

III 

卡尔·所罗门！我跟你在罗克兰 

在那儿你比我更疯狂 

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在那儿你一定坐立不安 

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在那儿你谋杀了你的十二位秘书 

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在那儿你嘲笑这无从察觉的幽默 

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在那儿我们是伟大的作家敲打同一台糟糕的打字机 

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在那儿你每况愈下收音机上有你的病情公告 

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在那儿大脑的机关不再容忍感觉的蛀虫 

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在那儿你捆在疯人衣里乱叫唤怕是要输掉这局深渊里真实的乒乓球赛了 

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在那儿您敲打那患紧张症的钢琴灵魂是天真的长生不老它永远不会荒唐地死于那武装起来的疯人院

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在那儿再休克五十次也不能将你远往虚空中的十字架朝圣去的灵魂还给肉体 

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在那儿你控诉医生们神智不清并对法西斯国家骷髅地策划着一场你那希伯莱式的社会主义革命 

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在那儿一共有二万五千发疯的同志唱着《国际歌》最后的诗节 

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在那儿我们躺在床单下拥抱亲吻美利坚合众国那整夜咳嗽不让我们入睡的美国 

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在那儿我们从昏睡中惊醒被自己轰鸣在屋顶上的灵魂飞机所震撼他们飞达此地要投下天使炸弹那医院照亮了自己 想象的墙壁纷纷倒坍 啊星光灿烂火花飞溅的安死奇袭那永恒的战争已经来临 啊胜利忘掉你的内衣吧 我们自由了 

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在我的梦中你身上滴着海上旅行的水珠在横跨美国的大道上噙着泪水朝我沐浴在西方夜色中的茅舍之门走来 

圣弗兰西斯科 1955－1956