"Howl": The Graphic Novel

Yes, a graphic novel edition of Allen Ginsburg's poem "Howl."

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  1. Lagomorph RexMarch 1, 2011 at 3:15 PM

    I tried to get into Ginsberg back when i was reading everything of Kerouac's I could lay my hands on.. I just couldn't do it..

    I couldn't manage it with Burroughs either.. I just find them both to be too revolting personality wise for me to be interested in their work..

    And the more I learned about Ginsberg and Burroughs the less I began to like Kerouac out of association with them...

    At this point I prefer Ken Kesey...

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  2. StevenMarch 2, 2011 at 7:29 AM

    Dear Lagomorph,

    First, love the moniker--thank you so much for posting just so I could see that.

    Second--agreed--I share the same problem, although I never much cared for Kerouac either--I can see the appeal, just didn't latch onto it myself.

    Thank you.

    shalom,

    Steven

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