During my 20s I was a bit obsessed with the beat generation.
This may have been due to me living in the US for 6 years of course.
I did see Allen Ginsberg read poetry in Lexington. I can
only remember some poem were he suggests that you something
other than a cigarette in your mouth (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
He looked like an old uncle, but he was old, and such is fate.