Beat poets

[lg325]

"Left to themselves people

grow their hair.

Left to themselves they

take off their shoes.

Left to themselves they make love

sleep easily

share blankets, dope & children"

More:Famed poet Michael McClure, who helped kick off the Beat Generation, dies at 87

 

[lg325]

The above was by Diane di prima .One of the last Beat poets. Just read an article where she has passed away.

 

[Disir]

I read On the Road when I was 14 and fell in love with Jack Kerouac and road trips. In fact, my BFF and I got rid of everything and took a road trip in my early twenties. I liked him and Ginsberg. Jack Kerouac was definitely my first author crush and he died before I was born.

I never went any further than those two in the Beat Generation.

 

[lg325]

In the above poem I would have replaced the word dope with food.

 

[lg325]

I hit the wrong button. I have always liked this type of poetry myself .I was never in an place in life to where I could really explore it.

 

[Disir]

Thrift Books has lots of their books on the cheap.

 

[whitehall]

"Left to themselves people

grow their hair.

Left to themselves they

take off their shoes.

Left to themselves they make love

sleep easily

share blankets, dope & children"

More:Famed poet Michael McClure, who helped kick off the Beat Generation, dies at 87

"Share blankets dope and children". The Beat generation evolved into the Manson monsters. "And the beat goes on"....Sonny Bono

 

[lg325]

I agree with Sonny Bono. I've been around those types in the past. I still find there poetry interesting. Kerouac from what people have told me did alot of his writing here in my home town.

 

[lg325]

Do you know what you’ve done
To the children you shun
Their sweet hearts you have broken
With the words you have spoken

Though liar and cheat
The rap you won’t beat
Is the way you have treated
The children you cheated

When you’re an old dying man
There’ll be nary a fan
At your grave, at your end
Not a single real friend

Justice is karma
The cost of your drama
You’re worth none of my time
Nor one more rhyme By Rose Falcone

 

[lg325]

The Changing Light
Lawrence Ferlinghetti - 1919-

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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 then the halcyon late mornings
after the fog burns off
and the sun paints white houses
with the sea light of Greece
with sharp clean shadows
making the town look like
it had just been painted
But the wind comes up at four o’clock
sweeping the hills
And then the veil of light of early evening
And then another scrim
when the new night fog
floats in
And in that vale of light
the city drifts
anchorless upon the ocean
From How to Paint Sunlight by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Copyright © 2000 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp. All rights reserved.

Poet and translator Lawrence Ferlinghetti is the author of more than thirty books of poetry and the founder of City Lights Booksellers & Publishers in San Francisco, California.
More Lawrence Ferlinghetti >

About This Poem
“The Changing Light” was published in How to Paint Sunlight (New Directions, 2000) and featured in Poem-a-Day to celebrate Ferlinghetti's 100th birthday.
More by Lawrence Ferling

 

[lg325]

Opposite Opinions
How can we all morally define?

With opposite opinions; Yours’ and Mine!

Love of life must always win.

Yet we embrace and justify sin.

We embrace both cap and line.

This shall bring death in time.

How can we limit humanities greed?

War’s used so business can feed!

How can we all morally define?

With opposite opinions; Yours’ and Mine

By John Ross . I hope his soul is R.I.P.

 

[lg325]

Growing up the way I did, being exposed to all types of political views both conventional and extreme. I have noticed similarities among those on the extremes of the political spectrum. Unlike the poem above by John Ross. Example I have noticed those who consider them selves on the extreme Left believe wars only exist to feed big business. Reading literature from the the extreme right will say the same. They do have common ground although they will never admit it. I do enjoy the writings of John Ross and do recommend it.

 

[Disir]

That's very cool!

 

[lg325]

By John Ross Light In The Darkness

“Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.” (Genesis 1:2–4, NIV)

But the night, it came as mankind rebelled.
And darkness shone, but no one could tell.
For man’s heart was trapped, like in a prisoner’s cell.
And hope ran dry like an empty well.
Drops of water filled the people’s eyes.
And tears flooded out as the people cried.
They cried out for a Savior to save their lives.
And the darkness grew silent as a baby cried.

“The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call Him Immanuel — which means, God with us.” (Matthew 1:23, Berean Study Bible)

And the child grew strong with wisdom and might,
As the people no longer had to fear through the night.
As His light shone — the Prince of Peace —
The darkness came back, like an unwanted disease.
And the Wonderful Counselor fell to His knees.
Born to die, to set men free.
But the Light, it entered the hearts of women and men.
For darkness could come, but it could not win.

“For in Him was life, and that life was the light of women and men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness cannot overcome it.” (John 1:4–5, NIV)

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[Concerned American]

In the above poem I would have replaced the word dope with food.

Then you wouldn't have been a beatnik.

 

[lg325]

An interesting article. Can a Feminist Still Love Jack Kerouac?