#BeatGeneration
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
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
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 great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
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,
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
“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
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
—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 story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
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 low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
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
The taste of rain —Why kneel?