Beatnik" poet Ray BREMSER on the fire escape of Alan Ginsberg's apartment in the East Village, NYC, 1959. Photo: Burt Glinn In love with your lips and in love with your belly's white warmth, 0 human - 0 animal "heavenly screwed little girl - in love with your crying's pure succulent salt of the heart - hot heart …
THE ECSTASY OF JACK KEROUAC
What’s me? Me is that which want to be amazed without natural cessation, in an eternity of ecstasy.Rules? Laws? To me, what?I am free to want what I want.I want uninterrupted rapture. I believe this has been made manifest to me in dreams, and in music, and in the pages of Dostoevsky, in the lines of Shakespeare, in sexual …
DEAN, A WESTERN KINSMAN OF THE SUN
Neal Cassady "Dean’s intelligence was every bit as formal and shining and complete, without the tediousintellectualness. And his «criminality» was not something that sulked and sneered; it was a wild yeasaying overburst of American joy; it was Western, the west wind, an ode from the Plains, something new, long prophesied, long a-coming (he only stole …
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I’M GOING WHERE THE EAGLE IS GOING
Michael McClure LEADBELLY BLUESLEADBELLY BLUES GET IN MY BONESI'm sick of old folks' tears and baby's groans.I'm choke full of this lion-eating Rome.I'm going where the eagle is going.Zero, America, I'm going home.I'll be where I hold my lover at night.My head's a hammer and my toes are stones.She's got a bed the color of …
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STOLE A CAR IN DENVER JUST TO HEAR IT SQUEAL
Neal Cassady & Charles Plymell, 1963 SONG FOR NEAL CASSADY, BY CHARLES PLYMELL –For John CassadyOh really really Nealhis first love was the automobile Drove a ‘34 Ford with suicide doorsand stick shift on the floorDraggin’ down main to Colfax Avenue Jumpin’ in the back seat boulevardkicked back watching asses in the rearviewcruising past the …
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PARIS POETRY 