Howl [illuminated broken text mix]

Pro(se) and Cons(sciousness)


Can I put something out into the illuminated ether that will be worth someone's time to read? Well, there is nothing to do but try. So this blog will be some of my annotations from underground. Dostoyevesky understood; consciousness is a disease. Today, I might call it a meme host. Regardless, there must be something in my neural net worth pushing onto the internet. The Beat generation had their metaphor and a good one it was. Yeah, they were down, they were marginalized, but they were not broken. Generation X though - something gave. The Berlin Wall came down and with idealism. The World Trade Centre crumpled and terror broke the spirit of a demographic. We are not just down beat, our troubles put to the jazz beat. We are the breakBeat generation. I put the first few lines of Ginsberg's classic into an online cut-up engine. It seemed appropriate somehow in this age of retooled samples and derivative prose. Here it is:

	For Carl Solomon
		HOWL I madness, starving hysterical naked, generation destroyed by connection to the starry dynamo in the ery of night, angry fix, the best minds of my For Carl Solomon heavenly the negro streets at dawn I saw machin- looking for an dragging themselves through angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient

I hope the breakbeat beauty I find in random places is enough to sustain me.

Mindfully,
Abraccess Maxwell, member of the bre@kBeat generation and the initial PoMoMeme.