May 2012
9 posts
“I never did know exactly what was meant by the term ‘The Beats’, but let’s say...”
– gary snyder (via soledadysilencio)
“Come back, hair, come back !
I want to grow sideburns !
I want to...”
– Gregory Corso, from the poem Hair (via stateomaine)
April 2012
11 posts
“Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political...”
– William S. Burroughs (via ticket-ride)
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“We meet heart to heart,
leg hard-twined to leg,
...”
– Gary Snyder, “Finding the Space in the Heart” (via boxofoctaves)
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“We need a civilization that can live fully and creatively with wildness.”
– Poet and essayist Gary Snyder (via artoflivingslowly)
Mad to Live: Anger, Cattle, and Achilles by Gary... →
irresponsiblewanderlustofthesoul:
Anger, Cattle, and Achilles by Gary Snyder
Two of my best friends quit speaking one said his wrath was like that of Achilles. The three of us had traveled on the desert, awakened to bird song and sunshine under ironwoods in a wadi south of the border.
They both were…
The Window by Diane di Prima
yourmilkismywine:
you are my bread and the hairline noise of my bones you are almost the sea
you are not stone or molten sound I think you have no hands
this kind of bird flies backwards and this love breaks on a windowpane where no light talks
this is not the time for crossing tongues (the sand here never shifts)
I think tomorrow turned you with his toe and you will shine and shine unspent...
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“And the leaf is an ache
And love an ache in the back.
The stone a creature.”
– Michael McClure, from “Poem” (via the-philalethist)
March 2012
4 posts
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the-transcendental:
So much of space between us two We kiss the planets when we kiss No closeness ever shuts this out So much of space between us two
We kiss the planets when we kiss And all the ether knows your hand And dust from Saturn foils my tongue So much black light caresses us
No closeness ever shuts this out But mouth from shoulder, thigh from thigh Explosive air unwinds our love So...
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February 2012
10 posts
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poetry before 4
wordsandglitter:
I feel ancient, as though I had Lived many lives. And may never now know If I am a fool Or have done what my karma demands.
Gary Snyder
“Four Poems for Robin”
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A Search for Black Power, History, & Culture:... →
wakeupblackpower:
“A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and Black people call across or scream across or walk across defying physics in the stream of their will. Our world is full of sound Our world is more lovely than anyone’s tho we suffer, and kill each other and sometimes fail to walk the air. …
January 2012
27 posts
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The White Foxes: Lawrence Ferlinghetti →
thewhitefoxes:
The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea light an island light And the light of fog blanketing the hills drifting in at night through the Golden Gate to lie on the city at dawn And…
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“Language is a virus from outer space.”
– William S. Burroughs (via abstracted-guise)
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Cut-Up Poem by William S. Burroughs, Courtesy of...
EVERYWHERE MARCH YOUR HEAD”
A rap of Sound A.
turns Urns back O Our lots con the time to you
change no mat desires Arrival of/ / / /
you finger on the starts &&
These stance of O will go…
begin ire..
Everywhere march your head
Cut up Rimbaud’s TO A REASON (A UNE RAISON) Words by Rimbaud, arrangement by Burroughs and Corso
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“The so-called Beat Generation was a whole bunch of people, of all different...”
– Amiri Baraka (via bathroomstallpoetry)
“I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early...”
– Lawrence Ferlighetti, I Am Waiting (abridged)
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Allen Ginsberg Project - tiny biography →
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