#BeatGeneration
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...
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
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…
“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…
One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
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
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
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,
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
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
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...
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
