ingilizce uluma anlamına gelen kelime.
ayrıca allen ginsberg isimli beatnik fırlamanın yazdığı ve muhtemelen amerikan edebiyatının en ünlü şiiri. uluma filan diye isim koymuş amcam ama destan dese de olurmuş. kopi peyst yaparsak şöyle bir şey çıkar karşımıza (tek entry'e sığmasa da sorun değil bence, iki-üç entry kaplasa da sözlükte bulunması gereken bir şiirdir);
i 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 machin-
ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to heaven under the el and
saw mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating arkansas and blake-light tragedy
among the scholars 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 terror through 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,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of 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 of wheels and children brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
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 desolate fugazzi'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 state out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks
and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days
and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the
synagogue cast on the 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 in newark's bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken 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-
stinctively vibrated 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 smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through houston
seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the
brilliant spaniard to 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 and ash 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 their dark 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 alamos wailed 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 wild cooking 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 scattering their 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 eyed shrew that winks out of the womb
and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but
sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
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 off the bed, and continued along
the floor and down the hall and ended fainting
on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and
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 prepared to 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 and adonis 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 up out 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 open to 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 of the 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,
