February 2011
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“It has suddenly been revealed to me the extent of our common madness, and I mean...”
– Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg, November 13 1945 (via erinspence)
January 2011
204 posts
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“San Fran, hipster land,
Jazz sounds, wig sounds,
Earthquake sounds, others,...”
– West Coast Sounds - 1956 by Bob Kaufman
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“Kissass is the Part of Peace
America will have to Kissass Mother Earth
Whites...”
– Kissass by Allen Ginsberg
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In the midst of the broken consciousness... →
fuckyeahexistentialism:
“… of mid twentieth century suffering anguish of separation from my own body and its natural infinity of feeling its own self one with all self, I instinctively seeking to reconstitute that blissful union which I experienced so rarely i took it to be supernatural and gave it holy Name thus made hymn laments of longing and litanies of trumphancy of Self over the ...
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I was born to remember a song about love - on a...
peter orlovsky
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When in London... →
They have become known as The Beat Generation; for Allen Ginsberg they were “just a bunch of friends looking to get published”. As writers, they were their own selfchroniclers, but Ginsberg was also their photographer. In these images selected from photographic agency Corbis, you can trace the early years of Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs as they moved towards the centre of the...
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evil-con-carne:
Vladislav Surkov reciting Allen...
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“I loved the way she said “LA”; I love the way everybody says “LA” on the Coast;...”
– Jack Kerouac, ‘On The Road’ (via missarcane)
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“Nechlace of human bones
Cup of silver-mounted cranium
Thigh-bone trumpets
A...”
– Regalia in Immediate Demand! by Philip Whalen 1967
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“This room is full of 1 fly & an alarmclock
It is uninhabitable”
– Philip Whalen
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“Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove...”
– Last Night I Drove a Car by Gregory Corso
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“Bubb’s Creek, in King’s Canyon National Park, Southern Sierras,...”
– The Beat Book A literary guide to beat places
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“When I drive cab
I am the hunter. My prey leaps out from where it
hid,...”
– from Taxi Suite by Lew Welch
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“Turgid itch and the perfume of death
On a whispering south wind
A smell of...”
– Fear and the Monkey by William Burroughs
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“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via ontheroadquotes)
awritersruminations:
Denise Levertov reading...
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“After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say: I want to...”
– William Burroughs (via softlies)
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“Going to Mexico by motorcycle would be the coolest, but
Thoureau warns against...”
– from In Answer to a Question From P.W. by Lew Welch
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awritersruminations:
Allen Ginsberg reading “A...
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“there is pride in handknit sweaters
unknown
to knitting machines and
other...”
– from Spring 61 by Lenore Kandel
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“Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life...”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via ontheroadquotes)
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“I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn’t in my ear but...”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via dtowers)
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“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet,
concerning the...”
– Jack Kerouac (via sungtongs)
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on burrough's work
pinacio:
A naked lunch is natural to us, we eat reality sandwiches. But allegories are so much lettuce. Don’t hide the madness.
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“Jazz radio on a midnight kick,
Round about Midnight.
Sitting on the bed,...”
– Round About Midnight by Bob Kaufman
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Remembering Ginsberg and the summer of poetry →
At one point, the visiting poets were playing a friendly game of Monopoly at the Tallman residence. Savvy purchases and some luck with the die soon had Mr. Ginsberg demanding rent payments and calling mortgages on his fellow poets, as he ignored their entreaties for loans or leniency. The writer who decried the excesses of American capitalism was a whiz at tabletop real estate.
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