poetryAt one time I had some inkling of poets who spoke to generations, but I am lost now. Prufrock and Howl(with others in between) were the last lynchpins I had.

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,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo
in the machinery of the night.

I know it is presuming of me to ask, but which poets speak for you and your generations?

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