This was an extremely pessimistic poem about life, the United States, New York City, humanity, and existence. There is a clear hatred for the world around him, including the masses of people who co-inhabit New York City. The poem is dedicated to Carl Solomon, who Ginsberg met in a mental institution where they became friends. They seem to share a common loathing for the human condition, especially their own personal conditions, including incarceration. Throughout the poem, there is graphic, even pornographic, imagery.
"who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,"
This poem is not for those of weak constitutions. Some of Ginsberg's rhetoric suggests a hatred or disgust for male homosexuality.
"Cocksucker in Moloch!"
Most of part II of the poem suggests that he despises his own religion, or perhaps religion in general, or perhaps the idea of god, or perhaps God himself. Ginsberg is certainly angry. At least he has a friend who he can confide in; and so to him he dedicated this poem.
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