#beatnik writers

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[cleopatragirlie]

The cats of Jack Kerouac

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I always identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you've seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.

Jack Kerouac

[alchemisoul]

"Anything done chemically can be done by other means."

- William S. Burroughs

[leavendotblog]

An exercise in love - Diane di Prima

[asixnfr0g]

Every fall,

There's this little place

I go inside my head.

Walk across the street,

Down the stairs

Inside a hole-in-the-wall

Coffee shop,

Into the poetry bar.

Smoke rising throughout the room.

Men in turtlenecks

Slurring into the microphone.

Women sipping bourbon

And whispering about.

Sometimes there's a

Lounge singer

With stars twinkling in her eyes.

She cries.

Stardust runs down her cheeks.

Everything is black and white

In this phantasmajorical room.

~ asixnfr0g

[burningvelvet]

writers as lana del rey songs that remind me of them bc i’ve been listening to her music a lot lately

sylvia plath - hope is a dangerous thing, born to die, beautiful, wildflower wildfire

anaïs nin & henry miller - burning desire, the other woman, black beauty, arcadia, blue velvet, carmen, summertime sadness, she’s not me, queen of disaster

walt whitman - body electric, happiness is a butterfly, get free, yosemite, cherry blossom

charles bukowski - wild at heart, west coast, how to disappear, american, yayo, go go dancer, kinda outta luck, velvet crowbar

jack kerouac - ride, cola, blue jeans, thunder, nectar of the gods, off to the races, diet mountain dew, looking for america, live or die, starry eyed

allen ginsberg - not all who wander are lost, brooklyn baby, living legend, dark but just a game, terrence loves you, religion, looking for america, love, children of the bad revolution

ernest hemingway - salvatore, florida kilos, the blackest day

oscar wilde - young and beautiful, gods & monsters, roses bloom for you, young and beautiful

f. scott & zelda fitzgerald - young and beautiful, art deco, money power glory, old money, the greatest, national anthem, hundred dollar bill

mary & percy shelley - dark paradise, lucky ones, swan song, beautiful people beautiful problems

lord byron - venice bitch, high by the beach, freak, million dollar man, music to watch boys to, 24, lust for life, 13 beaches, cherry, salvatore, kill kill

vladimir nabokov - lolita, mermaid motel, queen of the gas station, off to the races, big bad wolf

[danu2203]

JACK KEROUAC...1922-1969

[cherrycherryja]

My favorite beat poems and why I love it:

Read first print of Howl.

Excerpt:

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 machinery of night,

Written for his friend Solomon, Allen Ginsberg gives us a message for all the artists boarding the hot nucleus of modern society. The out laws we are, black matter.

And I'd just like to add that here he uses a long stroke form, using breath as a meter to measure the length of the sentence. It gives almost a holistic and monk like madness to it. This religious pathway to Dharma. It's this sort of thing which amuses me - art and god. To self hood. Me. The epitome of my existence and therefor all.

[beatnikchick]

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

Anais Nin, Henry and June

[robbialy]

From • @beatgrrrl Happy birthday to American writer and poet Jack Kerouac (March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969) • • ❝ One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.❞, The Dharma Bums • • • • • • • • • • #literature #writers #writer #poet #poetry #americanwriter #jackkerouac #beatliterature #beatwriter #beatpoet #BeatGeneration #beatgen #ontheroad #bigsur #1950s #thedharmabums #pic #beatniks #thesubterraneans #lowelmass #lowellmassachusetts #botd #bornday #bornonthisday march12 https://www.instagram.com/p/CpsiU5HsT3JFKylgGtXzD7WAFtWtJwq40kLo7Y0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lil-doodles]

Two cats. Kerouac and a feline friend.

[beatleshistoryblog]

LECTURE 3: THE WORLD THAT GAVE US THE BEATLES (part 2): Jack Kerouac (1922-1969) delivers a reading from his Beat novel On The Road on The Steve Allen Show (1959). Kerouac’s 1957 novel instantly became a symbol of the Beat Generation of writers of the 1950s, an early countercultural community of writers, poets and artists that blazed a trail for the anti-establishment rebels of the 1960s. The impact of On the Road was enormous, and influenced large numbers of readers, both inside and outside of the United States, including a young John Lennon.

[alchemisoul]

"You can alter your surroundings by altering your point of observation, and that is an act of magic that is performed by every artist. You can't teach anybody anything, they don't know, already on some level. You can't show anyone anything they haven't already seen. They just won't see it.

Of course, there are people who just don't want to see. There's always the danger to see more than you can take, and consider the dedicated professional non-seers are in all positions of power. And non-seeing is an escalating process. The less you see today, the less you will see and so forth."

William S. Burroughs

The Technology of Wishing, Part 1

(Convention @ Naropa University, 1968)

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Ask No Questions (1.11, LWT, 1972)

"What's your real reservation? The girl was pregnant, on hard drugs -"

"And she was taking her O-Levels into the bargain. None of which adds up to a reason to throw her onto a heap of stinking garbage."

"So, we're back to that: sentiment. Lily on a dung heap, you don't like it."

"Look. Between here and that dump, there's a small copse - dark, secluded. Now, if Harris, or anybody else for that matter, wanted to get rid of the girl's body, why not dump it there; easiest thing in the world, but no, he drove on, deliberately. An act of contempt. Rubbish to rubbish."

[twice-the-outlaw-official]

“Yell at Them,” by Gabriel Michaud

I enjoy my solitude

The tranquil routine very few have seen

But the deafening silence has me speaking to ghosts in the room.

I whisper, and rant about impending doom.

It’s not like a regular gloom

My escapist attitude towards any semblance of reality out weighs my lofty goals of neutrality.

I’m tired of seeing the blank reflection in the mirror where the pieces shatter every time I’m near her.

By now what little clout I had chasing dreams of not being sad, wind up in the dusty notebook inside of Pandora’s box keeping it strapped to my chest while hoping for the best.

The visions I’ve had have all came true and I’m happy with or without you.

This joke is getting old, and my critics are starting to get bold yelling at the empty grin and the blissful state I am in.

Give it a rest, just do your best. Undoing every counter thought and turning it into a happy thought.

I love my solitude

Alone is right

Alone seems so right.

If I let the crazy out they are gonna leave anyways, so I’ll keep getting used to talking to the ghosts in the hallways.