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| By Way of Intro |
[14 Jan 2009|02:36pm] |
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I felt compelled to reach out to some more LJ humans whom with I share this world... the temporal and spiritual... the mental and emotional.... creative
In recent conversations with 90% tangible, corporeal humans I have been asked a question, in various ways but the in same way (innocent and hostile), which makes me miss my native land....
"Are You from California?"
"yes, and then some".....
the userpic is my mother, circa 1967... she was an adept in advertising and a casualty of drugs. She gave me two wonderful gifts in addition to life... the passion for writing and a middle name of Neal Cassady (J.Neal Cassady C__.) which makes for an interesting conversation piece and helps me engage with others.
friend me?
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| Hi |
[04 Oct 2008|07:28pm] |
Does anyone know where i can find the complete essay
Dionysus and the Beat Generation: The Reemergence of the Dionysian Spirit in Contemporary Life
by William Everson online? I'd like to share the link with a few friends. I think everyone should read this essay.
Thanks in advance.
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| x-posted. |
[16 May 2007|07:19pm] |
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i'm so desperate that for a moment i contemplating buying one of those internet essay. my essay is late & i've barely started it. i am/was writing on the theme of madness in howl but i'm not getting ANYWHERE. everything i write is merely a retelling of what he wrote & i'm majorly lacking in analysis of the text. i need help so bad. i need some recommendations on how to analyze the theme of madness in howl or even a new thesis that would be easier to analyze. you have know idea how much any tiny bit of help will be appreciated.
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| Green Palm Trees |
[01 May 2007|08:21pm] |
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I cannot see the city anymore from Jen's computer desk. I see instead the silhouette of giants who block my view. Their hands reaching for the night sky as maples in spring form. Even though I don't see the city, I still remember the winter days from a distance; their stale-air-haze and low cloud line. We could only see the tops of skyscrappers that morning as we drove for breakfast. The air tram from the hospital sunk into white obscurity as we rode the red shuttle around the cloudy shore. Without a wave it trashed and rolled, that body of molecules, skipping rocks on the surface of the sky, a high tide for morning.
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| Grand Opening of The Beat Museum New Location |
[19 Sep 2006|07:44pm] |
The Beat Museum celebrates the opening of their permanent North Beach location with readings and stories from Beat legend Michael McClure as well as Al Hinkle, Magda Cregg, Wavy Gravy, John Allen Cassady, Jack Hirschman, plus an artist exhibition and appearance by Stanley Mouse.
Wednesday, September 27th, 7pm
540 Broadway (at Columbus)
San Francisco, CA
http://www.thebeatmuseum.org/pressrelease.html
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| Triage |
[07 Apr 2006|11:27am] |
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I was wondering if anyone has gone to see the famous "roll" of On the Road manuscript. Today I checked to see when it's coming to Mass. which is, not until next year... but it looks like they expanded the tour. So who's got stories?
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[26 Feb 2006|11:46pm] |
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i'm not one for aping or mimicking or copying or pretending or posing. and sometimes i'll think of that one poem by that dead white guy that describes a character who imagines alla the great things that he'd've done if only he were born in another time, saying that he was born too late, whereas opposed to these grandiose scenes he was imagining, he was just alone and depressed in some bar, stagnant. i mean, the fucking beats. X.J. Kennedy wrote a poem for Allen Ginsberg where he described him as "full of glee and sweetness", and somewhere or other he also wrote "freaky light", and there's something in the beats of the romanticism era of literature. where there's just this frantic desire to live, and experience. carpe diem and alla that now trite crap. they put it on car stickers for this one jersey college that i've forgotten the name of, the posers. there's no danger, no risk, no excitement, no ecstacy to barely existing. this ship might sink at
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moment.
so naturally, when we're not out rioting or creating or yelling ecstatically about this poem or that song or that orgasm, there's bound to be this frustration at complacency. and it's fucking hard to shake.
i dunno, the past couple'a years, my new year's resolution's been to y'know, "find myself" and things of that sort. what comes with that, though, is that i've lost a lot of inhibition and insubstantial hangups that were holding me back. it's fun when you're your only audience.
any similar experiences?
or anything at all?
god bless you madmen and women.
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[25 Feb 2006|11:57am] |
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Anyone else here frustrated as all hell?
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[14 Feb 2006|11:24pm] |
Hello dear friends:)))
I'm searching for subtitles for movie about Beat Generation The Source (1999) Directed By Chuck Workman
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[26 Dec 2005|05:09am] |
I was stoned when I finished On The Road.
Any similar experiences?
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[22 Oct 2005|03:06pm] |
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does anyone know the case citation for the howl obscenity trial?
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| Walk Into My Voice: American Beat Poetry with Harold Budd + more |
[21 Oct 2005|11:30am] |
Sunday, November 6; 7 PM; all ages
Walk Into My Voice: American Beat Poetry @ Barnsdall Gallery Theater
(4800 Hollywood Blvd, Los Angeles - Los Feliz, 90027)
Buy tickets.
In 1986, Budd attracted well-deserved attention for his collaboration with The Cocteau Twins on "The Moon and the Melodies". It was followed by the acclaimed "Lovely Thunder" and his Opal Records debut, "The White Arcades". With "By the Dawn's Early Light" in 1991, Budd introduced spoken poetry into his music. While 1992's "Music for 3 Pianos" (with Ruben Garcia and Daniel Lentz) is again only instrumental, 1994's "She Is a Phantom" continues the music and poetry direction of "Dawn's" and marks a return to composing for ensemble. Released at nearly the same time as "She Is a Phantom", "Through the Hill" was a first-time collaboration with Andy Partridge of XTC, which Budd says "sounds like strangers who spent the afternoon together."
Listen to samples
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| Being Beat |
[16 Oct 2005|07:10pm] |
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I am glad I asked the question "what makes you beat" because the two responces I got really answered it for me. I see it as finding yourself not only through music, art, and literature, while that is a big part of it. But finding your self through the world and the way you live. I am very happy and excited with this new revolation in my life. I am currently reading a biography about Jack Kerouac. What are you reading and listening to right now? Any suggestions for me?
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[14 Oct 2005|10:15am] |
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My friend and I took a bus to florida from Montana and then took two weeks driving back. My aunt asked me where I went and when I told her she bought me the book, On the Road. My husband and I are reading it together now, four years later. And I wonder what makes you beat? Is this how you define yourself? I am not being snide I am seriously wondering. I have being looking for a long time and I wonder if I will ever know who I am. It drives me crazy sometimes. And judging from a Kerouac biography I just got and havent really started yet... I just read the back cover, he felt the same way I do. Any thoughts?
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| So. . . |
[28 Sep 2005|11:58pm] |
Anyone here ever been arrested?
I just was.
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