September 2010
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Allen Ginsberg reads Howl, 1959 →
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“All I know is this: nobody’s very big in the first place, and it looks to me...”
– One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey (via dailyliterature)
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among the pines.: This Night Only →
[Eric Satie: GYMNOPÉDIE #1] Moonlight now on Malibu The winter night the few stars Far away millions of miles The sea going on and on Forever around the earth Far and far as your lips are near Filled with the same light as your eyes Darling darling darling The future is long gone by And…
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“i want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief...”
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jack kerouac
(via signalturn)
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Patti Smith - Philip Glass: Allen Ginsberg, On the... →
mommybird:
From Shambhala Publications on Twitter
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August 2010
461 posts
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“Your body spreads across my brain
Like a bird filled summer;
Not like a body,...”
– When We With Sappho, Kenneth Rexroth (1944) (via goldenageofradio)
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“There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of...”
– William Burroughs (via eggplanntt)
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“What difference does it make after all? Anonymity in the world of men is better...”
– Jack Kerouac - On the Road (via blogut)
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“The Quest
High, hollowed in green
above the rocks of reason
lies the crater...”
– Denise Levertov (via dreaminginthedeepsouth)
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hemingwayneverdidthis:
Jack Kerouac - “Readings...
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“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for...”
– Factotum by Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Anonymous asked: werent beatniks just alcoholics & drug addicts?
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200 followers!
Thank you all so much. It sounds corny, but seeing so many people interested in beatniks and Beat culture is just badass. Makes my day. I love you guys.
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milessmiles:
Jack Kerouac—“Medley: San...
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milessmiles:
Jack Kerouac—“The Subterraneans”
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“I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about...”
– On The Road, Jack Kerouac (via kaylawebb)
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“Dead people are less frightening than live ones.”
– William S. Burroughs, The Place of Dead Roads
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spankbankofamerica-deactivated2 asked: yeah, it's super shitty. she's definitely just doing it to break out of the wholesome teen twilight image, which was a really dumb move on her part if she ever really wanted to be taken seriously.
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some-velvet-morning:
Sonic Youth - Self Obsessed...
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whiskey and tobacco, melancholia and black lung: A... →
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches that lean Heavily Against a smooth purple sky. There is no light— Only a honey-thick stain That drips from leaf to leaf
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“He’s out stuck in a bird’s craw
last...”
– Gary Snyder — “Maitreya the future Buddha” (from his collection Myths & Texts) (via joshcairney)
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