Dave Bonta has a great post about seeing the recent movie Howl. His review is well worth reading; he changed my mind about seeing the movie, which I hadn’t planned to do, and now I can hardly wait.
He talks about realizing that Ginsberg really is the father (grandfather? great grandfather?) of the modern poetry reading: “From the opening seconds of the film, I was like, Holy shit, that’s the reading, man! The one that started this whole craze for live poetry readings (and later, poetry slams) that’s still with us 55 years later. ”
And he finishes with a tantalizing idea–what other poems are out there, waiting to be filmed?