#BeatGeneration
—lights out— fall, hands a-clasped, into instan… ecstasy like a shot of heroin or m… the gland inside of my brain disch… the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid)…
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
Tears is the break of my brow, The moony tempestuous Sitting downIn dark railyards When to see my mother’s face Recalling from the waking vision
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
“Tryna get to sunny Californy” — Boom. It’s the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated… murdering imaginary gangster, an i… a rueful coat, how can they unders…
Did I create that sky? Yes, for, if it was anything other than a conception in my mind I wouldnt have said 'Sky’—That is why I am the golden eternity. There are not two of us here, read...
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
And how sweet a story it is When you hear Charley Parker tell it, Either on records or at sessions, Or at offical bits in clubs,
Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
