🇺🇸뉴욕 중고 책방 털었습니다! [앨런 긴즈버그 - Howl(울부짖음)] 같이 읽기

Today, I'm going to do a poetry reading content. When I do poetry reading content, I usually open a book at home. But today, I'm going to do it with a sense of reality. This is one of the most famous bookstores in New York. It's a Strand Bookstore. You don't know what's in the bookstore when you go in. There's a advantage of reading one page at a time and buying it when you're hooked. I usually read books that I'm not interested in. I often find books by writers I don't even know exist. I've had a lot of fun here. This is where I first encountered Baudelaire's Flower of Evil. This is where I first encountered the poet Heine. I'm going to go here today. I bought a book by Alan Ginsberg or Frank O'Rourke, who was an East Village poet. I'm going to read a poem outside of Tompkins Park, where poets actually smoked and read poems together. This is Tompkins Square Park on the Lower East Side of New York. The Lower East Side used to be a very poor neighborhood. New York is thin at the top and thick at the bottom. It's called Avenue in New York, which is a long north-south passage from top to bottom. These avenues are from 1 to 10. But New York is thick at the bottom. There's a land on the right. It's A, B, C, D from west to east. So this is the only avenue that's not in numbers. It's in alphabetical order. I called this neighborhood Alphabet City. This Alphabet City was one of the most notorious neighborhoods. At that time, there was a suburban flight that came out often in our content in the United States. New York is so messy and the housing environment is poor. Since the Second World War, more than one-third of the white people have moved out of the newly built single-family homes built on the church. In the case of neighborhoods with a lot of tenements in Manhattan, Most of them are left to the poor. That's how the anti-government and sexual minorities came in. There's a meaningful culture of living with the poor. So if you compare this area to Paris, it's like Montmartre. At that time, East Village was famous for having a lot of poets. It's a park where you can do something illegal and write poems together. Frank O'Hara, William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg played here together. Musician John Cage played here for three minutes without playing anything. And then there's a jazz musician in Greenwich Village. It's a place where New York's unique form of art was born, mixed with people from Harlem who brought black art. And in that era, East Village's atmosphere was expressed at once. It's a poem by Allen Ginsberg, written in the 1950s. It's a very long poem. I can't read it all. And it's too strong, so if I do something wrong, I might get a yellow tag on YouTube. I have to read it a little bit. Howl was a very shocking poem when I first read it. It's a poem that feels like a human being has been hit by a hammer. What you have to imagine when you read this poem is that in the 60s and 70s, drug addiction began to worsen in this area, and drug addicts were taking off their clothes by themselves. There was a scene where they were grumbling or screaming. When I first came to college, there were scenes like that when I came to Alphabet City. If you read it while imagining that, you'll be able to understand how much of that era's feeling is in this poem. I think the best souls of my generation are destroyed by madness. The hipsters with the angel's head who lead themselves to the dawn station, the black area, and the anger. I'm trying to get in touch with the long ceiling of the stars in the night machine, and I'm burning up. They were poor and desolate. They were sitting in the ultra-natural darkness of an apartment with only cold water coming out of their empty eyes. They were smoking, floating on the city's rooftops, and drinking jazz. They showed their brains from the bottom of the national railway to the ceiling, and they witnessed the angels of Mohammed twirling on the roof of their shared house. They passed the university with a calm and shining gaze. Those who saw the tragedy of Arkansas and Blake through the gaps of war scholars. Those who were expelled from school because they had a mental problem and published the poem in a skull window. If you look at this, you can understand what kind of people were on the lower-left side at the time. In general, there were people who knew what was wrong with American society at the time, but there were also people who were very confused about their identity. The most conservative period in American history was the 1950s to the 1960s. So what's interesting about this poem is that it talks about how crazy people in New York were. And in the second part, it asks, Are we crazy? Is the United States crazy? But if you look here, they're sitting in the ultra-natural darkness with their empty eyes and smoking. The ultra-natural darkness is a flash that only comes out of cold water. They were sitting on the roof of a building like that and listening to jazz. They're sitting on the roof of an old tenement building in Greenwich Village. They don't go into the Village Vanguard or Blue Note. They're sitting on the roof of the jazz that's coming out of there. They're smoking and listening to it. They were hungry and lonely at Houston. They were looking for jazz, sex, and forest. So if you go this way from Houston, there's a Village Vanguard, and if you go this way, there's a Catch Deli. They couldn't find their purpose in life at night, and they were wandering around without their family. They listened to jazz, came to Catch Deli, and ate macho ball soup. If you look at our content, you'll understand that route. And I met a smart Spanish man and talked about the United States and the soul. I knew there was no hope, so I took a boat to Africa. This is what we used to do in Bob Marley's content. A lot of black Americans thought there was no hope for racial equality in the United States. There was a claim to move to Africa. I think it's a title that shows how much extreme social change there was at the time. Even if you meet someone on the street and talk to them at Houston, That's what I'm talking about. They jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge. That's what really happened. They're not known, they're lost. A fire truck and a forest in Chinatown. It's in the alleyway. It's gone into the fog like a ghost. And I didn't get a free beer. When it was dark on Peel Street in the old days, There's a smoke in the middle of the night. It's gone. It's like my existence is disappearing. There were a lot of slums in that area. I'm going to Chinatown through the slum. Where's my seat? Why can't this society accept me? Where should I go? I think about that. They jumped over the black people. I've been crying on the street. I danced barefoot on a broken wine glass. I broke the vinyl of German-style European jazz music in the 1930s that helped perfume. And after I finished a bottle of whiskey, I vomited everything I ate while making a sound in the blood-stained toilet. I was drunk and I was in the back alley. I was very good at describing the lives of those people. Actually, what's surprising is that I read this poem. A lot of Americans have a dream here. Because in the 1950s and 1960s, American society It was a society that liked only neat, moral, and organized things. In a house with two cars and a clean garden, Mom, dad, two kids. This could be a dream for someone who grew up like that. If you look at the people who live in this area, In Korean, people who came from a wealthy neighborhood with a Hongdae disease are living. In fact, it's very difficult to see people like this. In the first part, if you look around the streets of New York, It's about New Yorkers who are addicted to jazz, drugs, and sexual abuse. In the second part, they ask a question. Are we crazy? Or are you crazy? At that time, the era of mass production was in full swing in the United States. The huge apartment complex we know today was being built. Is it crazier to accept such a person? Or are you trying to get out of there like us? Is it crazier to go to a mental hospital for real? There's a headline that asks a lot of questions like this. There's a lot of expressions here. When I was a priest to Moloch, I made a vow to the children. It's like the society is destroying the imagination and purity of young children. It's like Moloch, who's been torn apart. There's a poem about howling. What concrete and aluminum Spinks Did they break their skulls and devour their brains and imagination? Moloch, loneliness, dirtiness, hatred, and money that can't be earned. They say you have to have money to be happy, but it's very difficult to make money. People have no choice but to go crazy. The young children are crying under the emergency stairs. The boys are crying in the army. The old people are crying in the park. Moloch, Moloch, the evil Moloch, the loveless Moloch, the crazy Moloch. Moloch, the heavy evaluator of man. Moloch, the prison that cannot be understood. Moloch, the prison of the skull and the meeting of sadness. But his building is a judge, but a giant rock of war, but a government that doesn't work, but his mind is a pure machine, but his blood is flowing money, but his fingers are ten armies. Allen Ginsberg actually lived in this neighborhood, and this poem was written in the 1950s. But after World War II, he built a modern apartment complex to try to save New York, an abandoned city, and it's right up there. There's a shared house built in 1949 called Story Town here. But I think it would have been creepy to see people living in a small neighborhood standing in line along the street. Is that the future of the United States? But if you stand on the street and look down, there's actually a chimney at the end. If you cross-edit that video and read it, it's so creepy. But his chest is a power plant that eats people. But his ears are graves of smoke. But his eyes are a thousand windows. But his high-rise buildings are lined up like a constant fox. But his factories are dreaming and dying in the fog. But his factories and antennas are crowning the city. He's saying that people have no choice but to go crazy. We read a poem called Howl today, and there are a few other works written by Allen Ginsberg. There are two poets who represent New York in two eras. When New York was at the center of the world trade, which was called the Empire City, The person who represents New York is Walt Whitman. The poem that Walt Whitman wrote about New York is positive. New York is so cool, the center of the world, and everything new is happening here. The Brooklyn Bridge is going up, the Woolworth Building is going up. Ginsberg is drawing the atmosphere of a culture where all the white people above the middle class are leaving, and only the heterosexuals, sexual minorities, and religious minorities remain. What do you think I'm thinking about you today, Walt Whitman? Half-crazy, looking at the full moon with a headache, passing under the streetlight in the back alley. In the U.S., there's a saying that crazy people come out when the full moon rises. Ginsberg is famous for expressing his madness without hiding it. I saw you, Walt Whitman. You're a lonely old man without a child. I saw you, a pervert, staring at the boys working at the grocery store, poking meat in the refrigerator at the supermarket. Walt Whitman, the symbol of New York's masculinity and masculinity, Did I see you? That's what you're supposed to be. That's what New York is supposed to be. Wow, this is strong. This is Alan Ginsberg. I need to do one more poetry content. I'm going to read Whitman because I'm in the dark. When I was a kid, I read this poem. I was the king of Hongdae and Cool. I thought I was cool by myself. But after a long time, I thought I'd read Howl again. I saw this. And then, Oh, this isn't a cool neighborhood. It's a neighborhood where only people who can't go anywhere else live. And the society pushed it to the end. It's a neighborhood where crazy people live. But on the other hand, New York is still on the street. There are a lot of people who go crazy and cry. It's been a long time since I've been in the right place in society. I think it was this poem that made it possible to twist it a little bit. That's it for today's Cho Seung-hyun's exploration. Next time, I'll be back with a positive poem by Walt Whitman. Goodbye.