There’s this guy named Hep Cat.
He wears a little cap.
He likes to sit in coffeehouses
writing lots of crap.
He sports a little goatee… 1,177 more words
Sanguine poetry dressed in the sex and suffering of addiction.
That’s how I wish I could describe Naked Lunch.
Addiction is horrifying. Worse than any disease, more debilitating than any ordinary suffering, it is the surrender of one’s identity to a single moment of weakness. 534 more words
Also with yet another lifelong status as a favorite track that has been in the following over two decades. Going in thick and thin. A track that certainly are not a house track, but the contextual essence of the track is so off the charts deeply rooted with what house culture stands for. 319 more words
Counter-culture trends seem to repeat themselves throughout history. The cycle of the up and coming generation of youth latching onto a small established sub-sect of society is a familiar one. 1,526 more words
This “collection” is actually 13 collections bound together in one volume that presents much of the published poetry of the Beat poet Allen Ginsberg over the second half of the 20th century—till his death in 1997. 594 more words