"Atta boy, atta boy!" Academic Prosody in the 20th Century, in my bedroom.

I am currently listening to a cd of a lecture by Allen Ginsberg about poetry. My teacher warned us that it would start to ramble, and, boy, was he right. This is what he just said, "I am love, I am from the sea, blaaaaaaaahhhhh! Blaaaaaaahhh!" And I think he's quoting William Carlos Williams. He makes everything sound crazy, which is better than making it sound boring, I guess.

I have to go to class now, where we will be talking about, surprise, surprise, Beat poetry, which I claim to hate. Perhaps I will learn something that will make me hate it less.