Hello...

Hello to my dear friends. I am officially starting one of these, primarily because I have a lot of writing quietly rotting in the wretched abyss that is my computer files/little black journal.

I’m probably going to write about ancient Greece, World War II, political operations undertaken by the CIA, and classic literature because these are the things that make me get out of bed in the morning instead of taking a blowback-operated semi-automatic pistol and splattering my brain all over the poster of Che Guevara hanging over my four-poster bed.

The name of this blog is taken from my favorite poem of all time, Howl by the madman revolutionary (boy-lover…) Allen Ginsberg. In it he tells us about these angelheaded hipsters who are searching for God or Mohammed in the tenements of New York City, looking up at that great machine of the Universe. Basically, he wrote this about me, so it’s been very important, developmentally.

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,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.

I’m working on something about ancient Greek pederasty and the evolution of the moral code (WHY CAN’T WE FUCK TEENAGE BOYS?) so stay tuned. Love you all.