saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by CenPress, starving
hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets
at dawn looking for an angry fix, Pollock! POLLOCK! who left his
paint hollow-eyed on the machinery of my bathroom floor. POLLOCK!
– HOWL, Allen Ginsberg, pg. 1
submissions are always open.
c/o Centennial Press
P.O. Box 170322