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Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and me
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Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and me |
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noah j Member
since 2003-03-05
Posts 82on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair |
I am not in a supermarket at California, Allen I do not travel to Denver on a whim, Jack I just sit and watch the America you helped form I write without the help of drugs I personify middle America And i hate myself for it I live through the people of the past I take in their deeds so that I am not forced to act Damn you, Jack and Allen You stole all the good ideas Struggling poets are no longer romanticized They are scorned and laughed at Poetry is no longer Romance has escaped from our lives We are zombies I follow behind leaders who know what they do The walking dead, Jack We care not for your feeling, Allen Yeah, to be young was great—once To travel the continent with a youthful zeal was great But what do you have to say to me— A petty little man With no dreams and no aspirations. the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Ahh the dreams you lost along the road ... may you discover new ones. Every generation has its own dreams ... Very strong piece, so well written. Margherita |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Loved this impossible to follow their acts |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
they would have told you to go make your OWN pathway and LIVE every moment sounds like maybe you've been immersing yourself in an roadtrip adventure story |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
well did and written QjQ |
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mytuesdaywishes Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 254a voice from the musicbox |
ahhh....you are pure poetry. who cares what people think of poets these days? let THEM live their petty little lives, you keep being the miracle. you know how it goes, "dont let them bring you down, it's only castles burning..." and as for those of us who are poets, well "we understand each other on all levels of madness" -jack :Þ and even when everything was wrong, and we were mad at the world, it was still beautiful. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
beautiful poem.... best i have read in a while outside a poetry class. stupid reply huh? |
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