May 2013
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“I hold the most archaic values on earth… the fertility of the soul, the magic of...”
– Gary Snyder (via nirvikalpa)
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Allen Ginsberg: Do you want to be loved?
William S. Burroughs: Not really.
William S. Burroughs: It depends by who or what.
William S. Burroughs: By my cat, certainly.
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“Everyone was enamored by William because he was famous before anybody else. And...”
– John Waters in William S. Burroughs: A Man Within
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“I would characterize it as a spiritual liberation movement - like women’s...”
– Allen Ginsberg on “What was the Beat generation?”
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“I went into the Maverick Bar In Farmington, New Mexico. And drank double shots...”
– Gary Snyder, “I Went into the Maverick Bar”, Turtle Island (1974)
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“So he drank himself to death. Which is only another way of living, of handling...”
– Allen Ginsberg, on Jack Kerouac (via un-soir)
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“Ah America, so big, so sad, so black, you’re like the leafs of a dry summer that...”
– Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via you-are-jeff)
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“what yr words
cannot say, my tears
do not buy, cuts a swathe...”
– Diane di Prima, from Deer Leap (via inshoeboxes)
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Watchboystown:
Barbara Rubin - Christmas on Earth (1963)
Barbara Rubin’s 29-minute Christmas on Earth is the filmic record of an orgy staged in a New York City apartment in 1963. This double projection of overlapping images of nude men and women clowning around and making love is one of the first sexually explicit works in the American postwar avant-garde. Today Christmas on Earth generates a small...
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“Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via hellanne)
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“Maybe it is true we have to return
to the black air of ashcan city
because it...”
– obsessions//denise levertov (via sunsetpanic)
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“The wine, the wine, the wine is gone!
And Kerouac has left for town
To buy...”
– Gary Snyder (from the “Ballad of Rolling Heads”, Left Out in the Rain)
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Everywhere I Go by Jack Micheline
mewmugi:
Everywhere I go is beauty, trees illuminated street lights glowing in the darkness I want to run up to strangers and kiss them but there is too much noise men kill each other I’m sick and tired of seeing sad faces stop that bastard machine everyone is God and Holy a spike is ripping at my throat I smell a fragrance of a rose everywhere I go is beauty
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