About two-thirds of the way through John Waters’ Hairspray, our teen runaways happen upon two crazy Beatniks holed up in an artists’ pad in Baltimore. 1,890 more words
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It’s 5AM in New York – the Lower East Side to be precise.
Like most New Yorkers you’re tired, anxious, a little caustic in tone. There never seems to be enough time to get anything done, and on top of that, you feel as if you’ve only had about an hour’s sleep on which to function. 862 more words
Gregory Corso’s Variations on a Generation, exploring what it means to be “beat.” First it’s about how to write poetry: beat writers use “spontaneity ‘bop prosody’ surreal-real images jumps beats cool measures long rapidic vowels, long long lines, and, the main content, soul.” In beat writing you’re free from traditional old constraints and the words come out spontaneous according to rhythms and images that speak to the souls of the poets themselves and to others who are “beat”. 492 more words
Bill Morgan, I Greet You at the Beginning of a Great Career: The Selected Correspondence of Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg —1955-1997
I read a lot of Ferlinghetti in the 1980s, and loads of Ginsberg in the 1990s, and kept up with both in the new millennium. 518 more words
Sus ojos eran opacos y la mirada de muerte. El espíritu emigró lejos del cuerpo desde hace tiempo. La boca entreabierta, abandonada a sí misma, mostraba un colmillo astillado con el que otrora derribó y descuartizó grandes presas en las planicies africanas. 947 more words