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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.
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free-thinker
beatnik
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Henry Miller |
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I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
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writing
beatnik
howl
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Allen Ginsberg |
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What's Your Road, Man?
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on-the-road
kerouac
beatnik
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Jack Kerouac |
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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.
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poetry
energy-field
literature-in-translation
chakras
christina-westover
energy-manipulation
telepathy
san-francisco
colors
beatnik
jack-kerouac
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Christina Westover |
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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.
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turtlenecks
growing-up
beatnik
poet
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Charles de Lint |
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..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.
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photography
fiction
emotion
poetry
auras
negative-thoughts
physical-world
power-of-ideas
tibetan-singing-bowl
chakras
christina-westover
energy-manipulation
telepathy
san-francisco
personal-power
guitar
power-of-thoughts
beatnik
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Christina Westover |
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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.
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criticism
big-sur
correspondence
kerouac
hunting
beatnik
letters
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Hunter S. Thompson |
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Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.
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on-the-road
remi-boncoeur
sal-paradise
kerouac
beatnik
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Jack Kerouac |