Beat is not dead: Archive

Oct 30, 201022 notes

Dear Jack:, I am sitting in a bar on Market St. I’m drunk, well, not quite, but I soon will be. I am here for 2 reasons; I must wait 5 hours for the bus to Denver & lastly but, most importantly, I’m here (drinking) because, of course, because of a woman & what a woman! To be chronological about…

Oct 29, 201019 notes

oceanofmind:

The whole blear world
of smoke and twisted steel
around my head in a railroad
car, and my mind wandering
past the rust into futurity:
I saw the sun go down
in a carnal and primeval
world, leaving darkness
to cover my railroad train
because the other side of the
world was waiting for dawn.

— Allen Ginsberg

Oct 28, 2010

I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly makes a cup that I drink from, walking over a bridge of flowers.

peter orlovsky

Oct 22, 201021 notes

Oct 17, 201039 notes

Beat is not dead

October 2010

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