Gasoline & The Vestal Lady on Brattle

Ginsberg describes it best in the intro. the last poem is about Cambridge, and it is sad and lonely and tired, and closes the door on all the fire that this book is filled with. Not perfect, nothing is, but still good. still made me light, and happy. laughing gas poetry with tears included. Corso saw something. I don't know what it was, but it was something.