“Eres mío para jugar contigo a mi antojo”
Source: Visions of Heat
“We’ve all got a dozen or so friends, haven’t we? And when we’re drunk we philosophise well into the night on an array of subjects ranging from what happened before the Big Bang to who would win a fight between a vampire and zombie, to what’s the most compromising position to be caught in, but we’re hardly going to be extolled in 60 or 70 years’ time as the Heat Generation or the Cheat Generation or the Street Generation, are we?
The Tweet Generation, maybe, but that’s about all.
So what was it about these few guys? Well, they wrote about what they did, and what they did was quite revolutionary back then. They went On the Road, and it was Jack Kerouac’s book that turned the tide.”
Source: Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.”
Source: The Gates of Wrath: Rhymed Poems, 1948-1952
“The Beats and the Pranksters showed us different ways of opting out of society. They were both the personification of countercultural movements. The Beats were trying to change literature, and the Pranksters were trying to change the people and the country. Kesey, in fact, was his own cultural revolution, striving to keep the upbeat, freedom-loving spirit of America alive.”
Source: Lord of Publishing: A Memoir
“Poets are Prisoners
8-29-2015
Poets are prisoners
Practitioners, commissioners &
conditioners of the spoken word
Caged by their own minds
Words are shackles”
“Should I get married? Should I be good?”
Source: Marriage
“I’m always pouring myself out, making oceans with my mouth, working to get this oppressed emotion out of me.”
Source: Oracle Incarnate: A book of inspiration, short stories, prose, and revelations.
“For every remembered dream. There are twenty nighttime lifetimes.”
Source: Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness
“I am not not an I, secret wick, I do nothing, light myself, burn.”
Source: Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness
“Spiraling in hollowed caves of skin-stretched me, totally doorless,
Emptied of vital parts, previously evicted finally
by landlord mind
To make nerve-lined living space, needed desperately by my transient, sightless, sleepless,
Soul.”
Source: Solitudes Crowded with Loneliness