late nite

allen ginsberg, ladies and gentlemen.

howl joe, howl...

okay, i do have an expert 'on hand' if i'm mistaken about this one. there was no clear caption available when i snagged this shot on a recent pearldive, but i'd be willing to bet some bucks the man my darling joe strummer is talking to is none other than the indisputible beat poet master, mister allen ginsberg. it wouldn't surprise me at all if joe and allen had something to say to eachother; like, something to talk about. i mean, they're both fully qualified howlers. neither one of them care all than much what 'other people think.' and hey, if anyone out there doesn't think its ginsberg, please let me know and i'll remove this post within 48 hours. but i think its him. oddly, i remember where i was when i heard that ginsberg died... i was in a bookstore in new york city. but i don't remember where i was when i heard that my darling joe died. it is entirely possible that i didn't really know until recently. still, i love the picture. i would've loved to listen in on whatever those talked about. two wise sexy ghosts... god bless them.