| Quote #4
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,
New York City is definitely the heart of this poem. Even when it makes side-trips to the Midwest and the West Coast, it always returns to the Big Apple. New York is an urban jungle in this poem, full of both excitement and danger, a place where you "wake up," disoriented after a long drinking spree.
| Quote #5
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
. …And Denver is the heart of the Beat movement (along, perhaps, with San Francisco). Ginsberg's friend and sometime lover Neal Cassady grew up in Denver, and it was a place to refuel and stock up during long cross-country road-trips. As in Kerouac's On the Road, Howl shows that taking to the highway could be a spiritual experience.
| Quote #6
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob tainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks! (line 80)
In the second section, the poem shifts toward a decisive negative portrait of America, as characterized by Moloch.