If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.
Lawrence FerlinghettiTag: humour funny cynical beatnik
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
Jack KerouacTag: poetry poetic prose adolescent beatnik
I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.
Henry MillerTag: artist free-thinker beatnik
[in the true mad north] of introspection,
where 'falcons of the inner eye'
dive and die, glimpsing in their
dying fall, all life's memory of existence.
Tag: art existentialism artist emptiness beatnik
Will be but corpses dressed in frocks,
who cannot speak to birds or rocks.
Tag: poetry spirituality naturalism beatnik
The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.
Jack KerouacTag: beatnik
Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.
Charles de LintTag: growing-up artist poet beatnik turtlenecks
Twentyone is too old to go anywhere alone, you know that. I want to go with someone. I don't mean as a bride, I'm not so gauche as that, but as a mistress or paramour or concubine or companion or friend or pal or anything else. I just don't want to be left alone! I want to get out of here!" She said it again for all the wide-faced flowers to hear: "I want to get out of here!
Douglas WoolfLured by smooth roads onto a new turnpike, he read with surprise the rules he was handed, don't stop, don't turn around, pay when you get there; he made his escape at the first exit he saw, for fiftyfive cents, and now he was on the old road buzzing the staid turnpike by turns over and under, teasing it crazy.
Douglas WoolfTag: road beat car driving road-trip beatnik automobiles highway turnpike freeway the-beats
I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called Big Sur, and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.
Hunter S. ThompsonTag: letters criticism correspondence hunting kerouac big-sur beatnik 1962
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