#BeatGeneration
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt w...
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
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,
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
—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)…
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
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...
I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chim… of the clocks, and know it’s mid— night and in that instant the whol… world swims into sight for me
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
