There was Whitman's
YAWP. And Ginsberg's
HOWL. I give you now my very own
writer's YOWLWhitman sounded his "barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world" in joy, in celebration of himself and of the life he contained. Ginsberg's Howl is the euology of a generation--a lament and a call to arms all in one.
My yowl is neither. It's not meek, but its assertiveness is born of desperation rather than celebration or indignation.
Is this challenge over yet?
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Published on April 30, 2014 12:58