fuck yeah beatniks: Archive

fuck yeah beatniks

January 2011

101 posts

“We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense...”

– On the road, Jack Kerouac. (via r-is-for-raven)

“She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to...”

– from On the Road by Jack Kerouac (via cplusplusplus)

“Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of...”

– Kenneth Rexroth (via quotationsblog)

awritersruminations: Denise Levertov reading...

“I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t...”

– Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 2, Ch. 10 (via fuel4dfire)

“Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.”

– Intro by William Carlos Williams for Howl by Allen Ginsberg (via caitlinhill)

Neal Cassady: Drug-taker. Bigamist. Family man. →

fuckyeahbeatgeneration: When you think of the Beats, you think of free sex and flaming sunsets, of bulbous ‘49 Hudsons easing towards the horizon on dusty highways that seem to go on for ever. From The Guardian.

If you live in Chicago... →

Anne Waldman and Allen Ginsberg reading, 1975 →

fuckyeahbeatgeneration: it includes a reading of Howl

The Mad Yak by Gregory Corso

buster-bluth: I am watching them churn the last milk they’ll ever get from me. They are waiting for me to die; They want to make buttons out of my bones. Where are my sisters and brothers? That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap. And that idiot student of his— I never saw that muffler before. Poor uncle, he lets them load him. How sad he is, how tired! I wonder what they’ll do...

The Mad Yak by Gregory Corso

buster-bluth: I am watching them churn the last milk they’ll ever get from me. They are waiting for me to die; They want to make buttons out of my bones. Where are my sisters and brothers? That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap. And that idiot student of his— I never saw that muffler before. Poor uncle, he lets them load him. How sad he is, how tired! I wonder what they’ll do...

Breakfast. He assured meorange juice, toast &... →

aintnobodysgottheshine: Breakfast. He assured me orange juice, toast & coffee. Just the way I like it. I flang the cawfee cup to de floor. After three times it split into a million pieces. She worried about the small supply of dope in the other room. Both of them, Lewis and Tom, were busy collaborating. The record …

Breakfast. He assured meorange juice, toast &... →

aintnobodysgottheshine: Breakfast. He assured me orange juice, toast & coffee. Just the way I like it. I flang the cawfee cup to de floor. After three times it split into a million pieces. She worried about the small supply of dope in the other room. Both of them, Lewis and Tom, were busy collaborating. The record …

Jack Kerouac interview (in French with English subtitles).

Jack Kerouac interview (in French with English subtitles).

“I guess he decided he did not need to be More Big I guess he decided he was...”

– from Blue Gossip by Allen Ginsberg, a poem dedicated to Bob Dylan. (via woodysblues)

“I guess he decided he did not need to be More Big I guess he decided he was...”

– from Blue Gossip by Allen Ginsberg, a poem dedicated to Bob Dylan. (via woodysblues)

The Window -- Diane DiPrima

backwardsbird: The Window — Diane DiPrima you are my bread and the hairline noise of my bones you are almost the sea you are not stone or molten sound I think you have no hands this kind of bird flies backwards and this love breaks on a windowpane where no light talks this is not the time for crossing tongues (the sand here never shifts) I think tomorrow turned you with his toe and you will...