I have never had such an unsuccessful Halloween costume, as when I dressed up as Allen Ginsberg.
I thought for sure the various, yet subtle hints would be enough:
The Black Black hair and Black Beard - you don't even know how hard this was to pull off
The signature glasses
The Vitarka Mundra hand gesture, in the titillating and bizarrely contemporary and main-stream , "The Shocker" variation
The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poets, shirt
The activist cardboard sign w/slogan
The Uncle Sam hat. If ever there was a 60's counter-culture hat, it was Uncle Sam's. I don't know why. But you can find pictures of Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Garcia and Allen Ginsberg all wearing one.
I even had pot in my coat pocket! All I did was ask where all the little boys, were!
A got nothing. NOTHING. All I got were people who asked me if I wanted to know if they wanted them to vote and then they told me to shut the hell up. Sigh. And not one underage boy, buggered.
