Excerpt (pages 9, 13) from HOWL AND OTHER POEMS by Allen Ginsberg (The Pocket Poets Series published by City Lights Books in 1956)--

[page 9]
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 machin-
     ery 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,
...
[page 13]
who howled on their knees in the subway and were
     dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu-
     scripts,
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 rose-
     gardens and the grass of public parks and
     cemeteries scattering their semen freely to
     whomever come who may,
...