I am watching Howl, the James Franco starrer that covers the obscenity trial against Allen Ginsberg for his poem, Howl. I will have more to say later but want to post here a bit of the dialogue that Ginsberg has with an unnamed journalist about the trial:
Poetry, generally, is a rhythmic articulation of feeling. And the feeling is an impulse that begins inside. Like a sexual impulse, you know. Almost as definite as that. It's a feeling that begins in the pit of the stomach, right? And rises up through the breast, and out the mouth and ears, right? And...it comes forth as a croon or a groan or a sigh, right?
So if you try to put words to that by looking around you and trying to describe what's making you sigh, just sigh, in words, you simply articulate what you're feeling.
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