金斯伯格英文

Howl II 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 night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flatsfloating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofsilluminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among thescholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terrorthrough the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- cohol and cock and endless balls, incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada &Paterson, illuminating all the mo- tionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefrontboroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusksof Brook- lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise ofwheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained ofbrilliance in the drear light of Zoo, who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat through the stale beer after noon in desolateFugazzi's, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook- lyn Bridge, lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire Stateout of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks ofhospitals and jails and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast onthe pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall, suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind- ings and migraines of China under junk-with- drawal inNewark's bleak furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving nobroken hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grand- father night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep- athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in- stinctivelyvibrated at their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking vis- ionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla- homa on the impulse of winter midnight street light smalltownrain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniardto converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa, who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava andash of poetry scattered in fire place Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in theirdark skin passing out incom- prehensible leaflets, who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamoswailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed, who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons, who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wildcooking pederasty and intoxication, who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu- scripts, who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose gardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scatteringtheir semen freely to whomever come who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond& naked angel came to pierce them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyedshrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectualgolden threads of the craftsman's loom, who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a can- dle and fell offthe bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cuntand come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness, who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but preparedto sweeten the snatch of the sun rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman andAdonis of Denver-joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet- ticoat upliftings &especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too, who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves upout of basements hung over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy-ment offices, who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to opento a room full of steamheat and opium, who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight ofthe moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion, who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery, who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts, who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange cratesof theology, who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas ofgibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on theirheads every day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess- fully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores wherethey thought they were growing old and cried, who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-upclatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas ofsinis- ter intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually hap- pened and walked away unknown and forgotten into theghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer, who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Pas- saic, leaped onnegroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgicEuropean 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their earsand the blast of colossal steam whistles, who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch orBirmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to findout Eternity, who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver& brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other's salvation and light and breasts, until the soulilluminated its hair for a second, who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality intheir hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz, who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacificto the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave, who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp notism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hungjury, who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps ofthe madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding in- stantaneous lobotomy, and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psycho- therapyoccupational therapy pingpong & amnesia, who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia, returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad man doom of thewards of the madtowns of the East, Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rock- ing and rolling inthe midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a night- mare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as themoon, with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at4. A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last fur- nished room emptied down to the lastpiece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothingbut a hopeful little bit of hallucination ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the total animal soup of time and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse thecatalog the meter & the vibrat- ing plane, who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of thesoul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness togetherjumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intel- ligent and shakingwith shame, rejected yet con- fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time comeafter death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering ofAmerica's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down tothe last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.IIWhat sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagi- nation? Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob tainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boyssobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks! Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men! Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whosebuildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stun- ned governments! Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!Moloch whose breast is a canni- bal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb! Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endlessJehovahs! Moloch whose fac- tories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown thecities! Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is thespecter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind! Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove andmanless in Moloch! Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened meout of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky! Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectralnations! invincible mad houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs! They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave- ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven whichexists and is everywhere about us! Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit! Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De- spairs! Ten years'animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time! Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off theroof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!IIICarl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland where you're madder than I am I'm with you in Rockland where you must feel very strange I'm with you in Rockland where you imitate the shade of my mother I'm with you in Rockland where you've murdered your twelve secretaries I'm with you in Rockland where you laugh at this invisible humor I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter I'm with you in Rockland where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio I'm with you in Rockland where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses I'm with you in Rockland where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica I'm with you in Rockland where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx I'm with you in Rockland where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong ofthe abyss I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never dieungodly in an armed madhouse I'm with you in Rockland where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to across in the void I'm with you in Rockland where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution againstthe fascist national Golgotha I'm with you in Rockland where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus fromthe superhuman tomb I'm with you in Rockland where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com- rades all together singing the final stanzasof the Internationale I'm with you in Rockland where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughsall night and won't let us sleep I'm with you in Rockland where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls' airplanes roaring over theroof they've come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls col- lapse O skinny legions runoutside O starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we're free I'm with you in Rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea- journey on the highway across America in tearsto the door of my cottage in the Western night

艾伦的英文名：Alan; Allan; Allen。

Alan：

It's instructive to compare his technique with Alan Bennett's.

把他的手法与艾伦·贝内特进行比较很富启发意义。

Allan：

Allan gave an interview to the Chicago Tribune newspaper last month

艾伦上个月接受了《芝加哥论坛报》的采访。

Allen：

She dedicated her first album to Woody Allen

她把自己的第一张专辑献给了伍迪·艾伦。

例句：

1、I am inclined to agree with Alan.

我倾向于赞同艾伦的观点。

2、Caution has been one of Mr Allan's watchwords

“小心谨慎”是艾伦先生的座右铭。

3、It was Allen who fired this rivalry with real passion

是艾伦为这场较量注入了激情。

以前的九个是： 威廉·伦奎斯特，首席大法官。今年76岁，在哈佛大学获硕士学位。由尼克松总统提名，于1972年1月就任美国联邦最高法院大法官。由里根总统提名，于1986年9月出任美国联邦最高法院首席大法官至今。伦奎斯特持保守派立场，在联邦各州的“权利”与联邦政府的“权力”之间，他倾向于维护各州的权利。在流产问题上，他持反对立场。他前不久在家中去世。 约翰·保罗·史蒂文斯，大法官。今年80岁，在美国西北大学获得法学博士学位。由福特总统提名，于1975年12月就任大法官至今。史蒂文斯早期被认为是一个不折不扣的中间派，但现在他倾向自由派。在是否扩大美国警察的权力上，他投的是反对票。而对于流产的权利，他持支持意见。 桑德拉·戴·奥康纳，大法官，70岁。1981年9月，由里根总统提名，奥康纳成为美国历史上第一位担任联邦最高法院大法官的女性。她在斯坦福大学获得法学士学位。在担任大法官之前，她积极参与共和党的政治活动。而在最高法院，从她的投票来看，已很难看出她的政治偏向，她的票常被看作独立选票。 安东尼奥·斯卡利亚，大法官。今年64岁，在哈佛大学获法学士学位。由里根总统提名，于1986年9月担任大法官至今。在进入最高法院之前，他被认为是一个十分强硬的保守派人物。他反对流产。 安东尼·M·肯尼迪，大法官。今年64岁，在哈佛大学获法学士学位。由里根总统提名，1988年2月担任大法官至今。他的票常被当作最高法院里最主要的具有决定作用的独立选票。 大卫·哈克特·苏特，大法官。今年61岁，在牛津大学获硕士学位。由布什总统提名，于1990年10月出任大法官至今。由于他很少就热点问题公开发表文章，因而在诸如流产等问题上并不知道他的实际立场。不过，苏特就任大法官后，其表现令提携他的保守派大失所望，他现在经常站在最高法院自由派一边。 克拉伦斯·托马斯，大法官。今年52岁，在耶鲁大学获得法学博士。由布什总统提名，于1991年10月担任大法官至今。对他的任命经过了参议院共和、民主两党间一场十分激烈的辩论战，才得以通过，此事因此也成为美国党派混战的一个典型。在任大法官之前，他具有保守倾向，他一直反对美国政府旨在鼓励雇用少数民族及妇女的有关措施。 鲁思·巴德·金斯伯格，大法官。金斯伯格女士在哥伦比亚大学获法学士学位，今年67岁。由克林顿总统提名，于1993年8月担任大法官至今。她是一个妇女权利的积极支持者。在70年代当律师时，她共代理过6件有关妇女权利的诉讼，其中有5件案子胜诉。如今，她被认为是美国最高法院中自由派的中坚分子。 斯蒂潘·布雷耶，大法官。今年62岁，在哈佛大学获法学士学位。由克林顿总统提名，于1994年8月担任大法官至今。他在最高法院是一个喜欢起折中作用的人，他不喜欢他人对多数法官作出的判决提出异议。05年首席大法官换成了约翰.G.小罗伯特。关于他的情况如下：1955年1月27日出生于纽约州布法罗(美国纽约州西部一城市——译者注)，1996年与简.玛丽结婚，育一女一子： 约瑟芬和约翰。1976年获哈佛学院文学学士学位，1979年获得哈佛大学法学院法博士学位。1979-1980年任第二巡回上诉法院法官亨利.J.弗伦德里的秘书，1980年任大法官威廉.H.雷克斯特的秘书，1981-1982任美国司法部首席检察官特别助理，1982-1986年任里根总统助理律师，供职于白宫律师办公室，1989-1993年任美国司法部第一副司法部长。1986-1989年和1993-2003年期间在华盛顿执业。2003年，被任命为哥伦比亚地区巡回上诉庭法官。小布什总统提名其为美国首席大法官，2005年9月29日就职。

艾伦的英文名：Alan; Allan; Allen

Alan：n.艾伦

I am inclined to agree with Alan.

我倾向于赞同艾伦的观点。

Allan

英 ['ælən]   美 ['ælən]

[男子名] [英格兰人、苏格兰人姓氏] 阿伦 Allen的变体;[地名] [加拿大] 阿伦;[地名] [法国] 阿朗

Allan gave an interview to the Chicago Tribune newspaper last month

艾伦上个月接受了《芝加哥论坛报》的采访。Allen

英 [ˈælən]   美 [ˈælən]

n.艾伦（男子名，涵义：英俊，好看的）

She dedicated her first album to Woody Allen

她把自己的第一张专辑献给了伍迪·艾伦。

例句：

I know for a fact that Graham has kept in close touch with Alan.

我知道格雷厄姆确实与艾伦保持着密切的联系。

Allan: Yes, I received it, I like e-card designed by you.

是的，我收到了，我喜欢你自己设计的贺卡。

ALLEN: It's strange. I just wonder what he wanted to steal.

艾伦：奇怪了，我在猜他想偷什么。

艾伦的英文名是Allen。

Allen

英 [ˈælən]   美 [ˈælən]

n.艾伦（男子名，涵义：英俊，好看的）

1、I cannot recollect whether I told you or not about Allen Bennett.

我想不起来是否曾告诉过你关于艾伦·贝内特的事了。

2、Allen and Mary Ellen asked specially.

艾伦和玛丽·埃伦俩说过一定要。

3、That's his name, Barry allen.

那就是他的名字，巴里-艾伦。

4、Allen: How about "As long as You Love Me"!

艾伦：点《只要你爱我就好》如何？

5、ALLEN: Let me give you my phone number.

艾伦：让我把我的电话号码留给你。