Recordings from Allen Ginsberg's class(es) on poetics from the early 80s. Dig.
"Dithyrambs have gotta connect to bricks." -from Class #33
[And I haven't seen Howl yet, but despite its juristic intent I already feel David Cross would've captured Ginsberg better than Franco, in irony as much as likeness; cheers for the glossy, poseur over-dramatization of lives of artists. Coming next year, the heartrending story of Lyn Hejinian's struggle against the construct of genius in My Life.]