Word: excrement
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...wiggy prophet . . . gentle as the lamb of God/made into mad cutlets." Many action poets describe "religious visions" induced by narcotics; conversely, one poet speaks of "getting a fix at the altar." Even more important than religion to most action poets is sex, but more important than either is excrement. Excrement is sacrament. They sprinkle it around like holy water, they spread it like the Gospel truth...
...Abominable Snowman. In the work of Allen Ginsberg, the only projective poet who gives evidence of important talent, excrement is of the poetic essence. After eight years on the bum, Ginsberg sat down at 29 and wrote Howl, a sort of abstract-expressionist Waste Land that established him overnight as "the Abominable Snowman of modern poetry." (Like that's the most, man.) Howl is an astounding screed, an interminable sewer of a poem that sucks in all the feculence, malignity and unmeaning slime of modern life and spews them with tremendous momentum into the reader's mind. Moloch...
There are some tourists who find Asia an endless torment. They are dismayed by ramshackle hotels, the stupefying odors of human sweat and excrement, the maddening delays and disappointments caused by the faulty Asian time sense. The special quality of the East must be searched for, and tourists who lack energy spend their hours sitting in dank hotel lobbies in Rangoon or Nara or Kuala Lumpur wondering why their travel agents sent them there...
...Khrushchev was making the most of catching the U.S. in an embarrassing spot. With typical peasant crudity, he snapped: "The foreign press is saying Khrushchev is only trying to torpedo the summit. My answer is: You and your masters are accustomed to calling a stench perfume. It is your excrement. So smell...
...open, and in varying degrees at all New York's other state hospitals (average: 66% open), is the transformation of the wards. Gone are the dreary wooden benches, where patients dressed in Mother Hubbards (when they were not undressing themselves) sat listless, sometimes in their own excrement. Instead there is modern, comfortable furniture. Windows, no longer barred, have gay curtains or draperies with drawstrings. Instead of glaring ceiling lights, there are bridge and table lamps. Glass vases hold cut flowers. Plant stands are loaded with potted violets. Glass tumblers and bottles-potentially lethal weapons-are all over. Each ward...