• What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

    Allen Ginsberg (2001). “Howl and Other Poems: Pocket Poets Number 4”, p.29, City Lights Publishers