This song won’t leave my head so I guess it wants me to write about it. Until the movie 21 & Over (movie #300), I had never heard Howl by The Gaslight Anthem. But since I hunted down the single, I’ve been hooked on it. It certainly doesn’t hurt that shares the name with one of my favorite poems.
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix…” — Allen Ginsberg
I’ve seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by stress and apathy; bloated, complacent. Unmoving in front of the flickering screen looking for a means of escape. I see brilliant minds flipping burgers, working two and three jobs, under the thumb of mercurial bosses with zero hope of upward mobility.
Do you still hear the sound of the thunder while you lie up by yourself?
I see them buried under the twin loads of student loans and credit card debt. The only escape from which is the grave. I see brilliant, compassionate, amazing people, barren and alone. Chipping away the pieces of their beautiful souls in the ever fading hope of being noticed, of being loved.
Do you believe there’s still some magic left, somewhere inside our souls?
Do three impossible things before breakfast, no matter how small. Magic is not an illusion; it’s the seed from which joy springs. Water it with your dreams, your hopes, and the infinite possibilities. That piercing light that warms the soil and lights the way is the same that casts deep shadows of doubt everywhere. One cannot exist without the other.
Bless your waters
Bless your doubts