#BeatGeneration
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,
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 stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
—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)…
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
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…
The taste of rain —Why kneel?
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
“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…
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
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...