#coney island of the mind

[chalkskyline]

THRILLS! Coney Island, New York City, August 2022

[israelcastillophoto]

Sometime ago in Coney Island during winter.

[thefrankshow]

A Coney Island of the Mind

[lisamarie-vee]

[checkitout-checkitout]

My four favorite Beat poetry volumes

[mistyheartrbs]

evermore is annie on my mind coded

[antichrstar]

(Saint Francis) 6/ A Coney Island of the Mind, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 1958.

[eldritch-thrumming]

Hi! I love your writing, so you think you could add me to your tag list for Coney Island if you have one?

hi hi hello!!! thank you sooo much!!! as of right now, i don't have any immediate plans for the coney island blurbs..... but that doesn't mean that i never will!!! the response to it has been overwhelming (it's my most popular post by far lol) and it's definitely making me Think lots of Thoughts about what could happen to those two dummies in that universe, so i will certainly tag you if there's ever a part three :)

[I have some other stuff in the works that i think the coney island lovers will like!!!!!!]

[manwalksintobar]

In Golden Gate Park That Day...  // Lawrence Ferlinghetti

In Golden Gate Park that day                            a man and his wife were coming along            thru the enormous meadow                            which was the meadow of the world   He was wearing green suspenders                               and carrying an old beat-up flute                                                                         in one hand         while his wife had a bunch of grapes                                   which she kept handing out                                                                          individually                                                         to various squirrels                                                                            as if each                                                                were a little joke       And then the two of them came on                                                 thru the enormous meadow   which was the meadow of the world                                                  and then             at a very still spot where the trees dreamed          and seemed to have been waiting thru all time                                                                             for them                they sat down together on the grass                                               without looking at each other                   and ate oranges                                     without looking at each other                                                             and put the peels                in a basket which they seemed                                        to have brought for that purpose                     without looking at each other       And then                   he took his shirt and undershirt off          but kept his hat on                                     sideways                                                 and without saying anything                fell asleep under it                                            And his wife just sat there looking   at the birds which flew about    calling to each other                            in the stilly air       as if they were questioning existence                    or trying to recall something forgotten But then finally                    she too lay down flat                                                 and just lay there looking up                                                                                  at nothing                           yet fingering the old flute                                                                 which nobody played                             and finally looking over                                                                 at him                   without any particular expression                                                                except a certain awful look                           of terrible depression

[intrusiv3thots]

The world is a beautiful place

to be born into

if you don’t mind happiness

not always being

so very much fun

if you don’t mind a touch of hell

now and then

just when everything is fine

because even in heaven

they don’t sing

all the time

The world is a beautiful place

to be born into

if you don’t mind some people dying

all the time

or maybe only starving

some of the time

which isn’t half so bad

if it isn’t you

Oh the world is a beautiful place

to be born into

if you don’t much mind

a few dead minds

in the higher places

or a bomb or two

now and then

in your upturned faces

or such other improprieties

as our Name Brand society

is prey to

with its men of distinction

and its men of extinction

and its priests

and other patrolmen

and its various segregations

and congressional investigations

and other constipations

that our fool flesh

is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all

for a lot of such things as

making the fun scene

and making the love scene

and making the sad scene

and singing low songs and having inspirations

and walking around

looking at everything

and smelling flowers

and goosing statues

and even thinking

and kissing people and

making babies and wearing pants

and waving hats and

dancing

and going swimming in rivers

on picnics

in the middle of the summer

and just generally

‘living it up’

Yes

but then right in the middle of it

comes the smiling

mortician

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A Coney Island of the Mind

[endlesshunger]

MEGA MIND, CONEY ISLAND, NY. 2023

[voidingintotheshout]

@horse-is-a-horse-of-course

[fromnewyork]

better than revenge on piano would be unhinged and would change the trajectory of the universe

[unconditionaleyes]

“The question pounds my head, what’s a lifetime of achievement? If I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me, and do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?”

I AM NOT OKAY💔

[lorenlily]

Lost again with no surprises disappointments close your eyes and it gets colder and colder when the sun goes down

when the sun goes down the sight that flashed before me was your face when the sun goes down but i think i forgot to say your name, over and over, sorry for not making you my, making you my centerfold

[candont]