The Vociferous Howl of the Winter Wind Wakes the Dead From the Creepy Crypt

http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Ramble/howl.html

I found this link when I typed in "Howl By Allen Ginsberg" on the glorious google search engine. The link takes me to a place where I can type anything I want into a blank, inconspicuous, nondescript box. Via the magic of an encoded algorithm, the sentence is then transformed into an adaptation of a seminal poem by Allen Ginsberg. Let's give this a try with the title of this entry:

"The Vociferous Howl of the Winter Wind Wakes the Dead From the Creepy Crypt."

This turns into:

"The Vociferous Howl of the Winter Wind Wakes the Dead From the Creepy Crypt the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of
life butchered out of the streets with their who sat in boxes
breathing in the morning who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad
stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and
Adonis of Denver-joy rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with
gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings &
especially secret gas-station who faded out in."

Hmmm...interesting. Let's try another one:

"The Bouncy Breath of the Night Wind Quashed the Town Inside Me."

This turns into:

"The Bouncy Breath of the Night Wind Quashed the Town Inside Me
America Bouncy The last because growing with my rose Robot
pingpong the in in finally not bridge, seeking sweeten cross and public
a lifting and every the jumped to to who on where ecstasies!
loned the is ecstasy! unemployment the & and later the the narcotic
tobacco haze of Capitalism, Square weeping and undressing while the
sirens down Wall, and the last furnished room emptied down to the
black locomotive."

Well that seems disjointed.

Putting aside this weird poetry, I was actually kept awake last night by the relentless howling wind that never ceased whistling, and caterwauling, and crying, and screaming, and barking all night long. The wind would actual move over the building in one fell swoop, and then cause the pipes and such to reverberate for what seemed like an extremely long time. Needless to say, my rest last night was patchy and short. Oh well. The wolf has to come out and play now and again.

Namaste.