Introduction
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
If you know angevine and me you might know that I really don't
like poetry and she likes it a lot. Actually, let's make that a bit
clearer, she really really likes poetry and I, for
whatever reason, really don't like it. I mean, I even skipped over
the songs in The Lord of the Rings books because they looked
an awful lot like poetry to me.
Howl
But one poem calls to me. I'm not sure why, I've not even read all
of it. It is pretty dense at times and certainly not full of pretty
Susan Polis Schultz images.
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in
dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of
basements hungover with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue
iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment
offices,
"Howl" by Alan Ginsberg remains both one of more notorious and
popular poems by an American author. It is a long poem about
consumer society's negative human values. "Howl" was "discovered"
in 1956 by New York Times poet Richard Eberhart who traveled to San
Francisco and called it "the most remarkable poem of the young
group."
This poem contains explicit language and was tried on obscenity
charges in 1957. Nine literary experts testified on the poem's
behalf. Supported by the American Civil Liberties Union,
Ferlinghetti, the publisher, won the case when Judge Clayton Horn
decided that the poem was of "redeeming social importance."
Allen Ginsberg
Irwin Allen Ginsberg (June 3, 1926 - April 5, 1997) was an
American Beat poet born in Newark, New Jersey.
Ginsberg's poetry was strongly influenced by modernism,
romanticism, the beat and cadence of jazz, and his Kagyu Buddhist
practice and Jewish background. He considered himself to have
inherited the visionary poetic mantle handed from the English poet
and artist William Blake to Walt Whitman. The power of Ginsberg's
verse, its searching, probing focus, its long and lilting lines, as
well as its New World exuberance, all echo the continuity of
inspiration which he claimed. He was also influenced by the
American poet William Carlos Williams.
Ginsberg's leftist and generally anti-establishment politics
attracted the attention of the FBI, who regarded Ginsberg as a
major security threat.
Ginsberg's spiritual journey began early on with his reported
spontaneous visions, and continued with an early trip to India and
a chance encounter on a New York City street (they both tried to
catch the same cab) with Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, a Tibetan
Buddhist meditation master of the Vajrayana school, who became his
friend and life-long teacher. Ginsberg helped found the Jack
Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in
Boulder, Colorado, a school founded by Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche.
Music and chanting were both important parts of his live delivery
during poetry readings. He often accompanied himself on a handheld
organ called a harmonium, and was also often accompanied by a
guitarist. Attendance at his poetry readings was generally standing
room only for most of his career, no matter where in the world he
appeared.
He died of cancer on April 5, 1997.
The Cache
So what does Howl have to do with the cache? Frankly, nothing at
all! I placed this hide when I was considering an alternate spot
for the Jean-Luc Charbonneau cache. I decided to keep that hide
where it is and I found myself sitting with a cache in the field
with no page, and no story for me to blather on about.
Then I came across a copy of Howl at a local bookstore
and the connection was made. Lake Massabesic is almost the
anti-Howl. It is so peaceful and beautiful. It is also a public
treasure, not private shoreline. I would like to think that
Ginsberg would have liked that.
The cache is located on the part of the Lake Massabesic land
called the Sheep's Nose (and no, I have no idea how that
name came about)! You may have to cross a damp bit of land to get
there but once there you'll see a trail almost all the way to the
cache. While walking to the cache, take note of the woods in the
center of the Sheep's Nose. There are almost no pine trees there.
This is very unusual for forests in this area. In the winter the
deducious trees have no leaves, this make for quite a bright
forest.
The cache is a small Lock and Lock container with the usual
contents. It will only hold small trade items. There is a full size
logbook, however; it isn't a micro by any stretch of the
imagination.
There is a great view from a tiny spit of land a short distance
away at 42 58.928N 71 22.925W.