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"Howl" By James E.B. Breslin Essay, Research Paper


POETRY 1945-1965 by James E. Breslin published by the University of Chicago

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James E. B. Breslin

"Twenty years is more or less a literary generation," Richard Eberhart

remarks, "and Ginsbergs Howl ushered in a new generation." Many

contemporary poets have testified to the liberating effect that Ginsbergs poem had on

them in the late fifties, but "ushered in" is too tame a phrase to describe

Ginsbergs historical impact. Ginsberg, for whom every poem begins, or ought to, with a

frontal assault on established positions, thrust a battering ram against those protective

enclosures, human and literary, so important to the young Wilbur and Rich. A

"howl" is a prolonged animal cry and so an instinctive cry, and Ginsbergs poem

still forcefully communicates the sense of a sudden, angry eruption of instincts long

thwarted, of the release of excluded human and literary energies. Not irony but prophetic

vision; not a created persona but "naked" confession; not the autotelic poem but

wrathful social protest; not the decorums of high culture but the language and matter of

the urban streets; not disciplined craftmanship but spontaneous utterance and

indiscriminate inclusion"Howl" violated all the current artistic canons and

provoked a literary, social, and even legal scandal.

Yet the Ginsberg of the late fifties was an oddly contradictory figure. He was a

strident revolutionary who, when not announcing his absolute newness, was busily tracing

his genealogical links with underground traditions and neglected masters, especially Blake

and Whitman. History was bunk, but the new consciousness Ginsberg proclaimed was empowered

by a fairly familiar form of nineteenth-century Idealism, the basis for his admiration for

Blake and Whitman. Ginsberg opened his poetry to sordid urban realities, and he packed

"Howl" with things, with matter. Yet, as we shall see, immersion in what he

calls "the total animal soup of time" was the first step in a painful ordeal

which ended in the visionarys flight out of time. Ginsbergs poem reaches,

nervously and ardently, after rest from urban frenzy, a resolution the poet can only find

in a vertical transcendence. Ginsbergs departure from the end-of-the-line modernism

was a dramatic but hardly a new one; it took the form of a return to those very romantic

models and attitudes that modernism tried to shun.

Ginsbergs subversion of the prevailing artistic norms was not achieved either quickly

or easily. While poets like Wilbur and Lowell early built poetic styles and earned

impressive critical recognition, Ginsbergs early career consisted of a series of false

starts. "Howl"contrary to popular impressionis not the work of an angry young

man; the poem was not written until its author was thirty, and Howl and Other Poems

was Ginsbergs first published but third written book. Nor was

"Howl"contrary to a popular impression created by its authora sudden,

spontaneous overflow of creative energy. The poem, started, dropped, then started again a

few years later, was itself the product of a series of false starts. The visionary

perspective of "Howl" had already been revealed to Ginsberg in a series of

hallucinations he had experienced in the summer of 1948. The false starts were a part of

Ginsbergs struggle to accept these visions and to find a literary form and language that

would faithfully embody them. The letters, notebooks, and manuscripts in the Allen

Ginsberg Archives at Columbia, along with Ginsbergs published autobiographical writings

and interviews, allow us to document in ample detail the slow evolution, in the late

forties and early fifties, of one dissenting poet.

[. . . .]

Ginsberg once described Howl and Other Poems as a series of experiments in what

can be done with the long line since Whitman. In "Howl" itself Ginsberg stepped

outside the formalism of the fifties, stepped away from even the modernism of Williams,

and turned back to the then-obscure poet of Leaves of Grass, transforming

Whitmans bardic celebrations of the visionary yet tender self into a prophetic chant

that is angry, agonized, fearful, funny, mystic, and affectionatethe prolonged and

impassioned cry of Ginsbergs hidden self which had survived. "Loose

ghosts wailing for body try to invade the bodies of living men": this is how

Ginsberg, from "Howl" onward, perceives the literary past: haunting forms eager,

like Moloch, to devour the present. Searching instead for a language that would incarnate

the self, Ginsberg took the notion of form as discovery he had learned from Williams and

pushed it in confessional and visionary directions alien to the older poet. Form was no

longer self-protective, like "asbestos gloves," but a process of

"compositional self-exploration," the activities of the notebooks turned into

art. The Gates of Wrath had simultaneously produced an apotheosis and an

elimination of the authors personality; the elevated formality of the language, by its

vagueness, confronts us with a poet who may be a grandiose figure but is also nobody, and

nowhere, in particular. In Empty Mirror, Ginsberg had tried to shed the eternal

self and descend to particulars; but his imitativeness of Williams had produced the same

self-annihilating result. "Howl" links the visionary and the concrete, the

language of mystical illumination and the language of the street, and the two are joined

not in a static synthesis but in a dialectical movement in which an exhausting and

punishing immersion in the most sordid of contemporary realities issues in transcendent

vision. Ginsberg is still uneasy about life in the body, which he more often represents as

causing pain (i.e., "purgatoried their torsos") than pleasure; but in this way

he is, like his mother in "Kaddish," "pained" into Vision. At the

close of "Howl," having looked back over his life, Ginsberg can affirm a core

self of "unconditioned Spirit" and sympathetic humanity that has survived an

agonizing ordeal.

Of the poems three parts (plus "Footnote"), the first is the longest and

most powerful, an angry prophetic lament. Its cataloging of real and surreal images in

long dithyrambic lines creates a movement that is rushed, frenzied, yet filled with sudden

gaps and wild illuminations; the poem begins by immersing us in the extremities of modern

urban life, overwhelming and flooding us with sensations. Generalizing generational

experience in Parts I and II, Ginsberg shows these "best minds" veering back and

forth between extremes, with the suddenness and intensity of an electric current leaping

between two poles; they adopt attitudes of defiance, longing, terror, zaniness, hysteria,

prayer, anger, joy, tears, exhaustionculminating in the absolutes of madness and

suicide. Clothes and then flesh are constantly being stripped away in this ordeal; the

"best minds" are exposed and tormented, then cast out into the cold and

darkness. So they are at once hounded and neglected ("unknown" and

"forgotten" in the poems words). But modern civilizations indifference and

hostility provoke a desperate search for something beyond it for spiritual illumination.

Again and again, the young men are left "beat" and exhausted, alone in their

empty rooms, trapped in timeat which point they gain glimpses of eternity.

"Howl" constantly pushes toward exhaustion, a dead end, only to have these ends

twist into moments of shuddering ecstasy. In one of the poems metaphors, boundaries are

set down, push in on and enclose the selfthen suddenly disintegrate. At such times

terror shifts to ecstasy; the "madman bum" is discovered to be the angel-headed

hipster, and "beat" (beaten, exhausted) becomes "beatific."

As the catalog of Part I moves through gestures of greater and greater desperation, the

hipsters finally present "themselves on the granite steps house with shaven heads and

harlequin speech of suicide, instantaneous lobotomy"an act that frantically mixes

defiance and submission, clownishness and martyrdom. What they want is immediate release

from their heads, from suffering; what they get is prolonged incarceration, "the

concrete void of insulin" shots and therapy aimed not at liberation but

"adjustment," their "bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon." At

this point, in its longest and most despairing line, the poem seems about to collapse, to


with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement


and the last door closed at 4am and the last telephone slammed at the

wall in reply and

the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental

furniture, a yellow paper

rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary,

nothing but a hopeful

little bit of hallucination

With all communication broken off and all vision denied, the self is left in a lonely,

silent, empty roomthe self is such a roomthe room itself the culmination of the

poems many images of walls, barriers, and enclosures. In having the visionary quest end

in the asylum, Ginsberg is referring to his own hospitalization, that of Carl Solomon

(whom he had met in the Columbia Psychiatric Institute) and that of his mother. Moreover,

madness is here perceived as encapsulating the psyche in a private world. In a strikingly

similar passage in "Kaddish" Ginsberg emphasizes the way his mothers illness

removed her into a private, hallucinatory world ("her own universe") where, in

spite of all his hysterical screaming at her, she remained inaccessible ("no road

that goes elsewhereto my own" world). Ginsberg himself had found it impossible to

communicate his own visions, to make them real to others. At this climactic moment of Part

I, then, the condition of separation, division in timea preoccupation of Ginsbergs

poetry since The Gates of Wrathhas been taken all the way out: temporal reality

is experienced as a series of unbridgeable gaps, a void populated with self-enclosed

minds. Ordeal by immersion leaves the self feeling dead and walled-in; the body, heavy as

stone, lacks affect and becomes a heavy burden, while the spirit incarcerated inside the

"dead" body finds itself in no sweet golden clime but a "concrete


Ginsbergs state of mind at this point can be compared with his prevision mood "of

hopelessness, or dead-end": with "nothing but the world in front of me" and

"not knowing what to do with that." Here, too, at the limits of

despairwith the active will yielded upGinsberg experiences a sudden infusion of

energy; the poems mood dramatically turns and the concluding lines in Part I affirm

the selfs power to love and to communicate within a living cosmos. Immediately

following the poems most despairing lines comes its most affectionate: "ah, Carl,

while you are not safe I am not safe, and now youre really in the total animal soup

of time." Unlike Wilber and Rich, Ginsberg does not seek a cautious self-insularity,

and he here endorses vulnerability to danger and a tender identification with the victims

of time and history. "I saw the best minds of my generation," Ginsberg

had begun, as if a prophetic and retrospective detachment exempted him from the fate he

was describing; but Ginsberg now writes from inside the ordeal, as if the aim of

writing were not to shape or contain, but sympathetically to enter an experience.

By his own unrestrained outpouring of images and feelings Ginsberg exposes himself as

writer to literary ridicule and rejection, and he does risk the annihilation of his poetic

self in the released flood of raw experience and emotion. But by risking these dangers

Ginsberg can achieve the kind of poetry he describes in Part Is last six lines, a poetry

that bridges the gap between selves by incarnating the authors experience, making the

reader, too, feel it as a "sensation."

Immediately following the poems most intimate line comes its most exalted and

grandiose, as if Ginsberg could rightfully claim a prophetic role only after acknowledging

his vulnerable humanity.

and who therefore ran through icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of

the alchemy of the use of the elipse the catalog the meter & the



who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed,

and trapped the archangel of the soul betwen 2 visual images and joined


elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together


with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you

speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet

confessing out

the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless


the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what

might be left to say in time to come after death,

and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of

the band and blew the suffering of Americas naked mind for love into an

eli eli lamma lamma sabachthani saxaphone cry that shivered the cities

down to the last radio,

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies

good to eat a thousand years.

In biographical terms, the agonized elation of these lines may recall the emotional

lift given Ginsberg when, apparently at the end of his rope when hospitalized, he

discovered in Carl Solomon someone who shared his "vision" of life, someone he could

communicate with. But the mood of these lines more obviously grows out of the writing

thats preceded them, as the poem turns on itself to consider its own nature, style, and

existence; in fact, these closing lines of Part I drop some helpful hints on how to read

"Howl," as if Ginsberg feared he had gone too far and needed to toss a few

footbridges across the gap separating him from his reader. Later on I want to take up some

of these hints and talk in detail about the poems idea and practice of language; for now

I want to emphasize what Ginsberg is saying here about the very act of writing his poem.

In the 1948 visions the "living Creator" had spoken to Ginsberg as "to his

son"; no secret about Ginsbergs identity here! Now, having been persecuted for his

visions, Ginsberg echoes the despair of Christ on the cross: "eli eli lamma lamma

Sabacthani." Yet this modern messiah incarnates divine spirit not in his body but in

his writing, which embodies the "sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus." So

the tormented Ginsberg arises "reincarnate" in the apocalyptic words of his

own poem. "Howl," butchered out of his own body, will be "good to eat a

thousand years."

The movement of Part Ia building sense of being closed-in issuing in a release of

visionary energybecomes the movement between Parts II and III of "Howl."

"What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains

and imagination?" Ginsberg asks at the start of Part II; his answerMoloch!becomes

the repeated base word for a series of exclamatory phrases ("Moloch the loveless!

Mental Moloch!") in which Ginsberg seeks to exorcise this demonic power by naming it

correctly and exposing its true nature. In Part I Ginsberg immerses himself and his reader

in the tormented intensity and sudden illuminations of the underground world; now in Part

II, strengthened by his descent and return, he can confront his persecutor angrily, his

words striving for magical force as they strike, like a series of hammer blows, against

the iron walls of Moloch. As we have just seen, Moloch is an ancient deity to whom

children were sacrificed, just as the "rains and imagination" of the present

generation are devoured by a jealous and cruel social system. Moloch stands broadly for

authorityfamilial, social, literaryand Ginsberg does not share the young

Adrienne Richs belief in an authority that is "tenderly severe."

Manifest in skyscrapers, prisons, factories, banks, madhouses, armies, governments,

technology, money, bombs, Moloch represented a vast, all-encompassing social reality that

is at best unresponsive (a "concrete void") , at worst a malign presence that

feeds off individuality and difference, Moloch"whose mind is pure

machinery"is Ginsbergs version of Blakes Urizen, pure reason and

abstract form. A clear contrast to the grave yet tender voice that Ginsberg heard in the

first of his visions, Moloch is also "the heavy judger of men," the parent whose

chilling glance can terrify the child, paralyze him with self-doubt and make him feel

"crazy" and "queer." Moloch, then, is the principle of separation and

conflict in life, an external force so powerful that it eats its way inside and divides

the self against itself. "Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a

consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!" It

is Moloch who is the origin of all the poems images of stony coldness (the granite steps

of the madhouse, the body turned to stone, the sphinx of cement and aluminum,

the vast stone of war, the rocks of time, etc.). Like the Medusa of

classical myth, Moloch petrifies. Ginsbergs driving, heated repetition of the name,

moreover, creates the feeling that Moloch is everywhere, surrounding, enclosinga cement

or iron structure inside of which the spirit, devoured, sits imprisoned and languishing;

and so Moloch is also the source of all the poems images of enclosure (head, room,

asylum, jail).

"Moloch whom I abandon!" Ginsberg cries out at one point. Yet in spite of all

the imprecations and even humor directed against this ubiquitous presence, the release of

pent-up rage is finally not liberating; anger is not the way out. Part II begins with

bristling defiance, but it ends with loss, futility, and self-contempt ass Ginsberg sees

all he values, "visions! Omens! Hallucinations! Miracles!

Ecstasies!""the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit""gone

down the American river!" And so the mood at the close of Part II, similar to the

moment in Part I when the hipsters with shaven heads and harlequin speech, present

themselves for lobotomy, the mood here is hysterically suicidal, with anger, laughter, and

helplessness combining in a giddy self-destructiveness:

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells!

They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!


flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

An outpouring of anger against constricting authority may be a stage in the process of

self-liberation, but is not its end; anger, perpetuating division, perpetuates Moloch. In

fact, as the last line of Part II shows, such rage, futile in its beatings against the

stony consciousness of Moloch, at last turns back on the self in acts that are, however

zany, suicidal.

But in Part III, dramatically shifting from self-consuming rage to renewal in love, a

kind of self-integration, a balancing of destructive and creative impulses, is sought.

"Carl Solomon! Im with you in Rockland," Ginsberg begins, turning from angry

declamatory rhetoric to a simple, colloquial line, affectionate and reassuring in its

gently rocking rhythm. Repeated, this line becomes the base phrase for Part III, its

utterance each time followed by a response that further defines both Rockland and Solomon,

and this unfolding characterization provides the dramatic movement of this section as well

as the resolution of the entire poem. At first, the responses stress Rockland as prison

and Solomon as victim

where youre madder than I am

where you must feel very strange

where you imitate the shade of my mother

but these are balanced against the following three responses, which stress the power of

the "madman" to transcend his mere physical imprisonment.

where youve murdered your twelve secretaries

where you laugh at this invisible humor

where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter

A little more than halfway through, however, beginning with

where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it

should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse

the answers begin to get longer, faster in movement, more surrealistic in imagery, as

they, proclaiming a social/political/religious/sexual revolution, affirm the transcendent

freedom of the self. Part IIIs refrain thus establishes a context of emotional

support and spiritual communion, and it is from this "base," taking off in

increasingly more daring flights of rebellious energy, that Ginsberg finally arrives at

his "real" self.

Im with you in Rockland

where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls


roaring over the roof theyve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital

illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run


O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory

forget your underwear were free

Im with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway

across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Again, boundaries ("imaginary walls") collapse, in a soaring moment of

apocalyptic release; and the selfwhich is "innocent and immortal"breaks free

of Moloch, of whom Rocklands walls are an extension. The poem, then, does not

close with the suicidal deliverance of Part II; nor does it end with a comic apocalypse

("O victory forget your underwear were free"); it closes, instead, with a

Whitmanesque image of love and reunion. "Howl" moves from the ordeal of

separation, through the casting out of the principle of division, toward unification, a

process that happens primarily within the self.

According to Ginsberg, Part III of "Howl" is a "litany of affirmation of

the Lamb in its glory." His repetition of the colloquial "Im with you in

Rockland" turns it into an elevated liturgical chant. Words, no longer weapons as

they were in Part I, build a magical incantation which delivers us into a vision of the

"innocent" Lamb, the eternal Spirit locked inside Rockland, or inside the hard

surfaces of a defensive personality. Carl Solomon functions partly as a surrogate for

Naomi Ginsberg, still hospitalized in Pilgrim State when "Howl" was written;

Ginsberg, who hints as much in the poem ("where you imitate the shade of my

mother"), has recently conceded this to be the case. But less important than

identifying the real-life referents in the poem is to see that a literal person has been

transformed into eternal archetype, the Lamb of both Christian and Blakean mythology, and

that Ginsbergs loving reassurance is primarily directed to this eternally innocent aspect

of himself. The refrain line in Part II articulates the human sympathy of the poet, while

his responses uncover his messianic and visionary self which at first rendered him

terrified and incommunicado but later yielded what Ginsberg calls in "Kaddish"

the "key" to unlock the door of the encapsulated self. "Howl" closes

with Ginsbergs loving acceptance ofhimself; the part of him that had been lost and

banished in time in The Gates of Wrath has been reborn ("dripping from a

sea-journey") and reintegrated. The mirror is no longer empty.

Yet this unity, occurring only in a dream, is attained by means of flight and return.

"Howl" struggles for autonomy, but Ginsberg, as he had when he moved to the West

Coast, keeps looking back over his shoulder, affirming his fidelity to Carl Solomon, to

Naomi Ginsberg, to images from his past life. Similarly, he says the tradition is "a

complete fuck-up so youre on your own," but Ginsberg leans for support on Blake and

Whitman, both of whom he perceives as maternal, tender, and therefore non-threatening

authorities. Ginsberg in fact ends by withdrawing from the social, historical present

which he so powerfully creates in the poem. He stuffs the poem with things from

modern urban life; but materiality functions in the poem as a kind of whip, flagellating

Ginsberg into vision. Moloch, it seems, cannot be exorcised, only eluded through a

vertical transcendence; what starts out as a poem of social protest ends by retreating

into private religious/erotic vision, and Ginsbergs tacit assumption of the

immutability of social reality establishes one respect in which he is a child of the

fifties rather than of the universe. Ginsberg decided not to "write a poem"

so that he could express his "real" selfwhich turned out to be his idealized

self: the Lamb in its glory. Confessional poetry often presents not an exposure but a

mythologizing of the self, as Plaths poems strive to enact her transformation into

"the fine, white flying myth" of Ariel. In "Howl" Ginsberg wants to

recover an original wholeness that has been lost in time; he wants to preserve a

self-image which he can only preserve by keeping it separate from temporal, physical

reality. Compositional self-exploration turns out to be compositional self-idealization.

"The only way to be like Whitman is to write unlike Whitman," Williams

believed. Ginsberg certainly did take over some specific technical features of Whitmans

workthe long line, the catalog, the syntactic parallelisms; he was in fact rereading Leaves

of Grass as he was working on "Howl." Is it possible, then, that in learning

to write unlike Williams Ginsberg ended up writing like Whitman and thus being like

neither of these independent and innovative poets? The answer, I think, is that while

Ginsberg did not accomplish the absolute fresh start that he sometimes liked to imagine,

he does not merely repeat the literary past. He imagines Whitman as the founder; Ginsberg

wants to move forward along lines initiated by the earlier writer. "Whitmans form

had rarely been further explored," Ginsberg said; the character of his advance can be

defined by comparing the first two lines of one of Whitmans long catalogs in "Song

of Myself "

The pure contralto sings in the organ loft,

The carpenters plane whistles its wild, ascending lisp,

with two lines near the beginning of Part I of "Howl":

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on

tenement roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and

Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war

Both poets build a catalog out of long, end-stopped lines that are syntactically

parallel. Yet Whitmans lines, each recording a single observed image in a

transparent style, are simple and move with an easy insouciance, while Ginsberg, an

embattled visionary, packs his lines with surrealistic images, and makes them move with an

almost manic intensity. As he does here, Ginsberg works throughout the poem by juxtaposing

the language of the street ("El," "staggering," "tenement

roofs," "illuminated") in electrifying ways. "Howl" thus arrives

at the visionary by way of the literal, as the poems in The Gates of Wrath did not;

and Ginsberg here creates "images / That strike like lightning from eternal

mind" rather than discussing the possibility. Ginsbergs language incarnates

gapsbetween street and heaven, literal and visionarythen leaps across them in "a

sudden flash." His use of "images juxtaposed" shows that Ginsberg came to

Whitman by way of the modern poets; but the resulting line is his own. The line serves an

expressive purpose in baring the tormented mystic consciousness of the poet; but it serves

a rhetorical purpose as wellseeking "to break peoples mind systems open" by

rationally subverting ("mechanical") consciousness and replacing it with a wild

associative logic which sees connections where before there were oppositions. As a final

example we can look at the line

incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward

poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between

At first the line moves toward a terrifying dead-end ("blind streets") but

then the landscape is internalized ("in the mind") and a flash illuminates the

temporal world and releases "the archangel of the soul" from the dead-end of

time. As we have seen, the poem as a wholeimmersing us in the literal and temporal, then

releasing us in a moment of visionworks in just this way.

By James E.B. Breslin. Copyright ? 1983, 1994 by University of Chicago

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