I was looking through my old digital photographs recently. I found lots of images I'd forgotten all about, including the one below. Rediscovering this image, taken 5 years ago, I was delighted. In the years since the photograph was taken the poem Howl (text here) has become even more important to me. Finding this shot was a wonderful surprise.
...
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-
father night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep-
athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in-
stinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
...