beatnik

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
f1a3114	I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.	beatnik free-thinker	Henry Miller
fa6485e	I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter	beatnik howl writing	Allen Ginsberg
d73dfed	What's Your Road, Man?	beatnik kerouac on-the-road	Jack Kerouac
4a876ac	They're auras, Davey. I see them, too. The longer you stare at them, the wider the energy field expands until more colors begin to show themselves.	beatnik chakras christina-westover colors energy-field energy-manipulation jack-kerouac literature-in-translation poetry san-francisco telepathy	Christina Westover
8d47f66	Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.	beatnik growing-up poet turtlenecks	Charles de Lint
a21eaab	..giving power to negative thoughts or fears was bringing ideas to life in physical world,idea in mind became emotion in heart,emotion turned into words spoken,written,painted,strummed across guitar strings,or vibrantly held note by Tibetan singing bowl, thoughts affected physical world.	auras beatnik chakras christina-westover emotion energy-manipulation fiction guitar negative-thoughts personal-power photography physical-world poetry power-of-ideas power-of-thoughts san-francisco telepathy tibetan-singing-bowl	Christina Westover
cb99e11	I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called , and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.	beatnik big-sur correspondence criticism hunting kerouac letters	Hunter S. Thompson
5003321	Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.	beatnik kerouac on-the-road remi-boncoeur sal-paradise	Jack Kerouac

f1a3114

I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.

beatnik free-thinker

Henry Miller

fa6485e

I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter

beatnik howl writing

Allen Ginsberg

d73dfed

What's Your Road, Man?

beatnik kerouac on-the-road

Jack Kerouac

4a876ac

They're auras, Davey. I see them, too. The longer you stare at them, the wider the energy field expands until more colors begin to show themselves.

beatnik chakras christina-westover colors energy-field energy-manipulation jack-kerouac literature-in-translation poetry san-francisco telepathy

Christina Westover

8d47f66

Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.

beatnik growing-up poet turtlenecks

Charles de Lint

a21eaab

..giving power to negative thoughts or fears was bringing ideas to life in physical world,idea in mind became emotion in heart,emotion turned into words spoken,written,painted,strummed across guitar strings,or vibrantly held note by Tibetan singing bowl, thoughts affected physical world.

auras beatnik chakras christina-westover emotion energy-manipulation fiction guitar negative-thoughts personal-power photography physical-world poetry power-of-ideas power-of-thoughts san-francisco telepathy tibetan-singing-bowl

Christina Westover

cb99e11

I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called , and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.

beatnik big-sur correspondence criticism hunting kerouac letters

Hunter S. Thompson

5003321

Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.

beatnik kerouac on-the-road remi-boncoeur sal-paradise

Jack Kerouac