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You are all HOLY!!!

Maggie — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 20:14:05 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_s1CSagowoM&NR=1

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"And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks"

ianthal — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 15:32:34 GMT

The story behind and the resurfacing of the early Burroughs/Kerouac collaboration "And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks":

http://thephoenix.com/Boston/Arts/70366-Back-Beat/

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'The Savage Detectives'

chillycasey — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 19:57:25 GMT

by Roberto Bolano I'm about halfway through this novel. Anyone else enjoyed this Latin American Beat stuff? Some bits are really good - the same old poet hobo stories really.

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Thank you

Akasha — Wed, 24 Oct 2007 18:03:16 GMT

listening as Ferlinghetti reads autobiography (from howls, raps &roars cd)
bliss
deep gratitude to you, sir

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Go!

Eric — Mon, 23 Apr 2007 20:34:30 GMT

Anyone read John Clellon Holmes' "Go!" ?
I read it many years ago, it was alright, but certainly one of my least favs of the Beats.

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Happy Bday Old Bull Lee

chillycasey — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 16:25:46 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0CdIzqmXTA

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Cool Beat Novel!

Akasha — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 21:32:07 GMT

I've come across Maxine Hong Kingston's novel Tripmaster Monkey and I'm really enjoying it. Set in San Francisco, fun writing style, lots of literary beat references. And it describes the basement in City Lights Bookstore and I am so in love with that! So Thanks to Maxine for her amazing work!

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New Hunter S. Thompson Documentary

petunia — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:10:06 GMT

Dear Friends,
This is a VERY funny and poignant film director Blue Kraning made about Hunter S. Thompson. You can follow this link to where the trailer is posted up on Tribe:

http://people.tribe.net/ef16dbc2-...e40916ff6d

or you can follow the other links to his website www.gonzopatriots.com to see the trailer and buy the film.

I went ahead and copied the text from the tribe page below so you get a better idea of the work.

Please support the spirit of independence in which this film was made AND BUY THIS FILM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Much Love To All,
Lisa Ferguson (aka Petunia Maple Cake)

New Hunter S. Thompson Documentary
This is the trailer for the fun-loving but poignant film that is a tribute to Gonzo journalist, Hunter S. Thompson, and a document of how his legacy continues to live on in the hearts and minds of his fans. Blasted!!! follows the many "Gonzo Patriots" across America that volunteered their personally owned artillery to fulfill the good doctor's last wish to have his ashes fired from a cannon. Before Johnny Depp became involved with the ceremony, and paid over 2 million dollars for a professional fireworks company to blast his friend's ashes from a 200 foot tall 'Gonzo fist,' an essay contest was held by the Aspen Daily News (at the request of Hunter's family) to see who would be available to provide the service of firing his ashes. Over 50 private cannon owners applied and though these letters were published in Harper's magazine, these brave men and women, who had come forward to fulfill the dying wish of their hero...were eventually forgotten.

DVD's for this film can be purchased at www.gonzopatriots.com

Blue Kraning, Los Angeles based documentary director and Emmy Award winning writer, has just released the DVD of his film, Blasted, The Gonzo Patriots of Hunter S. Thompson, which recently premiered at the Starz Denver International Film Festival and the Rotterdam International Film Festival.

Three years in the making, this film is a tribute to a great journalist and renowned physician. Kraning says the film, “is intended for any fan of Hunter S. Thompson or just anyone who likes to see large stuffed animals blown to bits by a homemade Bowling Ball Cannon fired by a man in a purple polyester suit, or see transgender Civil War re-enactors blast their aptly named mountain howitzer...’Lucrecia,’ while reciting Hunter’s wisdom. I made this film entirely as a one-man-band, in the tradition of Gonzo individuality and artistic freedom, so I will be distributing the film entirely by myself by selling the film off my website at www.gonzopatriots.com”

"Hunter S. Thompson embodied the American ideals of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Blue Kraning's Blasted!!! is a twisted, anarchic, fun, and funny tribute to Hunter, those ideals, and Americans who don't merely mouth the Declaration of Independence, but live it." - Michael Simmons, The Huffington Post

“These are not the famous actors, politicians or even journalists. These are Hunter's readers who are “his people” in the purest sense, an army of thoughtful citizens who are inspired by Hunter's work and who do a fine job of carrying on his legacy.” –Anita Thompson, wife of the late author, Hunter S. Thompson

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A great beat CD!

Akasha — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 17:48:29 GMT

Thanks and deep gratitude to Ralph Alfonso for Olympia 66. Check this cat out! with Stephen Quinn on guitar, Alfonso is so with fun and sadness on this cool as a straight line. Makes me want to smoke a cigarette and drink a beer.

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Seattle's Blue Moon

gratephil — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 04:41:18 GMT

...is a Bar just off I5 near the UW campus. Tom Robbins is a habituate...the literary lineage that has shot pool, gotten wrecked on Tues. 'Animal Night' and perspired into the walls for prosterity is so wondrous..the proximity to sorority row would draw Neal like a galvanized magnet....Jack....Ginsberg...remember this is near the houseboat parties that Jack Sheldon, Chuck and Joni Metcalf and other swinging jazz stalwarts would jam the ripple into Lake Union....
Next door to the Moon, the Rainbow..where I caught Robert Hunter doing a benefit for Parole support on my 21st Bday. I don't drink anymore..but remember...last Animal Night I attended was a quarter century ago..filled with spontaineous poetics..a cat riffing 'Naima' on flute...me 'n Ms. Murph stripping our shirts in 20 degree heat rising along 45th street. Call up those sensations and throw down our souls unencumbered by marketing ploys, once again.

....so...any a' you got a Blue Moon story?

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The Subterraneans

Robin_D — Thu, 02 Sep 2004 19:53:02 GMT

I was crusing along, rereading this book which I recall considering one of his best, way back when, thinking, "yeah this is Kerouac, fast paced, brilliant, hard to stay with at times", and then, near a quarter into the story he launches into a page or so about the Native Americans, in relation to his lover, Mardou, and it stopped me in my tracks. Tears came to my eyes and I had to put the book down, it came so sudden - out of the blue - and cut so deep to the core. I don't recall him ever commenting on this subject, and this was the '50s, before the hippies took up their cause. All it took was a few of his famous long sentences to hit the essence of the Indian catastrophy in a way only a truly great writer can. Man, it moved me! Go check it.

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Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones

ryan — Sun, 20 Mar 2005 21:24:36 GMT

I just picked up a collection of his short fiction from the library and I have to say I'm amazed the man isn't better known. His style is so much more origional than anything else Beat I've read. He sees things like the maddest poet, one thing flowing into the next. he sees fluid motion everywhere around him. He sees the past as it ties into the present as it ties into the future.

Maybe he's a little thick for a lot of people. He's the heaviest of all the beats I've read. Very hard to follow sometimes. Very very abstact. The opposite of Bukowski or Brautigan.

Also I think a lot of people are turned off by the heavy racial tone of his work. Every word influenced by the pain of being a black man in america. Especially after the assasination of Malcom X, he got mad, real mad. Can you blame him though? All that emotion makes for some nice words. Strong words.

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where bees everyone from? and why beat culture?

michael — Sat, 22 Jan 2005 12:05:23 GMT

what drew you to the spirit?

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Audio Tapes Wanted

glasshopper — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 20:15:25 GMT

Hey everyone,
I'm working on a project that requires several hundred audio cassette tapes (yes, those clunky objects that held our music in the days before iPods, CDs and .mp3 players).

I know a lot of people have a stash of old tapes in a box in the basement that they've forgotten about. Why not get rid of the tapes and donate 'em to a good cause?! I will recycle the tapes (via true recycling, not downcycling) and use them as part of my upcoming album.

If you or anyone you know is interested, send me an e-mail or visit http://www.myspace.com/glasshopper for more info.

Thanks!
Jess

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Joanne Kyger

eo — Sun, 28 Aug 2005 17:43:05 GMT

Any other fans out there? former wife of Gary Snyder, considered...marginal'. All This Everyday is a lovely book, as is The Japan and India Journals. Nice to read in conjunction with Snyder's Passage Through India. ??

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SF Beat Museum opens at 540 Broadway

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 23:05:57 GMT

Hello friends!

Well, the day has arrived!

1). The Beat Museum Opens at 540 Broadway!
2). Jack Hirschman (SF Poet Laureate reads at Pre-Grand Opening).
3). Beatnik Film Festival in Venice, CA Wednesday July 19th 7 PM.
4). Poetry & Jazz in San Francisco.
5). Steve Edington Book Signing for "Beat Face of God" at Beat Museum Wednesday, July 19th, 7 PM.
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1). THE BEAT MUSEUM OPENS AT 540 BROADWAY
Well, we opened our doors for the first time this past weekend at Broadway and Columbus! The neighborhood was glad to see us and came out in droves to say hello. We'll be keeping limited hours for the next week or so as we shake things out and refine our systems and determine the best hours of operation. More info will follow soon and we'll keep you apprised as to when we'll have our Grand Opening Party.
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2). SF POET LAUREATE JACK HIRSCHMAN READS at THE BEAT MUSEUM
A few days prior to opening our doors we hosted a Pre-Opening reading with SF Poet Laureate Jack Hirschman. You can take a peek at our new Gift Shop here and see the inside of the Museum portion as it was under construction.

http://www.thebeatmuseum.org/opening.htm
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3). BEATNIK FILM FESTIVAL IN VENICE, CA WEDNESDAY JULY 19th
There will be a film screening and slide show this Wednesday evening at 7 PM on Southern California's Beats during the 1950's. Check the website for unusual photos even if you're not in SoCal.

Sponto Gallery
7 Dudley Avenue
Venice, CA

for info call: 310-399-2078
http://dumbangelmag.blogspot.com/
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4). POETRY & JAZZ IN SAN FRANCISCO
Open Mic Poetry and Jazz at Club Deluxe is turning One Year Old this Tuesday evening. Stop on by!

Club Deluxe
1511 Haight Street (at Ashbury)
http://www.thewordparty.com/
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5). BEAT FACE OF GOD by STEVE EDINGTON - BOOKSIGNING WEDNESDAY JULY 19th at 7 PM
Our first booksigning in the new space will feature The Reverend Steve Edington with his excellent release "The Beat Face of God - The Beat Generation Writers as Spirit Guides". I have a real affinity for this book as I have always believed Spiritual Quest was a big part of what The Beats were all about. I encouraged Steve early on to write this book as he's the most qualified person I know to do this topic justice. So come on out to The Beat Museum to show Steve it was all worth it!

If you live outside SF we can ship you a copy for $16 + $4 S&H for a total of $20.00. Send a note if you want one!
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Jerry Cimino

The Beat Museum
(Alive & Kickin' in North Beach)
540 Broadway (at Columbus)
San Francisco, CA 94133
1-800-KER-OUAC
http://www.kerouac.com

PS: If you've placed an internet order in the last week or so please give us another week to sort things out. We've been pretty stretched with the move and the build-out, etc. Things will be back to normal very soon.

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To be removed from this mailing list
click on the link below
http://www.kerouac.com/cgi-local/mail.cgi?neilgj@yahoo.com

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Move Under Ground

Hoopes — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 04:14:33 GMT

I just picked up a copy of the novel "Move Under Ground" by Nick Mamatas, which features Jack Kerouac, Neil Cassady, and Bill Burroughs in a reverse "on the road" quest for Cthulhu and the Old Ones (a la H.P. Lovecraft).

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1892389916

My idea of perfect summer reading!

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SF Beat Museum Newsletter

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 18:33:08 GMT

Beat News You Can Use!

1). General Update
2). Send Us Your Memories
3). Wish List for the "new" Museum
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1). GREETINGS FROM NORTH BEACH
Hello to everyone on the mailing list - (10,000 strong and growing!)

We're making great strides in North Beach!

More and more people are "digging the scene" at Broadway and Columbus. We've had dozens of volunteers donate their time and energies in helping us with the clean up and build out. We'll be finished with all that soon and then it will be time to bring in the new exhibits.

New pics will be coming soon - if you haven't seen them yet, click here:
http://www.thebeatmuseum.org/newloc.htm
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2). SEND US YOUR MEMORIES
Yesterday we met with a man who was in the psychiatric ward with Allen Ginsberg and Carl Soloman. He had stories no one had ever heard before. We're looking to get him to write them down so we can include them in the new museum for all to read.

Then we realized - there are MANY of you reading this right now who have stories to tell!

So, we've broken them down into TWO categories and we're asking you to mail them to us:

1). "My Memories/Time with Various Beat Figures."
Send us your first-person accounts. Tell us what you experienced and what the people were like. Who did you meet? What did you talk about? What did you observe? Don't hold back - did Allen make a pass at you? Did you buy Jack a drink or did you punch him in the nose?

2). "How The Beats Changed My Life". Maybe you never met any of the people you've read about, but they still changed your life. Send us your account - tell us your story about what you learned and how it changed you and why these people and these works are so important to you.

We'll be creating special books (8 1/2 X 11 binders) to collect all these stories to have them available for the general public to read as a part of their museum experience. Feel free to include your name, address, email address and/or phone number if you want other people (read strangers) to contact you. Or, use only your first name and city - or don't include any contact info at all - it's up to you.

Please use only 8 1/2 X 11 paper (or smaller) - larger pages will probably not be included as we may or may not be able to get them to fit the binder. Please mail your submissions to the address below. No email submissions or attachments please - we feel it will look much more authentic if these accounts are printed and mailed by you - you may want to use a large flat envelope as opposed to a # 10 business envelope to avoid creases in your letters.
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3). A WISH LIST FOR THE NEW BEAT MUSEUM
We're still looking for "stuff". Here's our "Wish List" - please help if you can.

- Carpet Shampooer (a loaner from someone in SF so we can clean the carpets)
- Scatter Rugs/Carpets/Persian Rugs (to cover certain worn areas)
- Your Used Books that We Can Re-Sell (any kind - fiction, non-fiction, sci-fi, etc)
- A 1949 Hudson Automobile (or a similar type automobile)
- Various Beat Collectibles other people would want to see
- A Third Edition of "Howl" for Display (We have a 1st & 2nd Edition and want a 3rd to tell the complete story of the Howl Trial.
- A Large Screen TV 35 to 60 (flat panel or projection) for The Theater Room
- Two Turnstiles (old fashioned kind)
- Items for a Beatnik Pad
Late 1950s Beatnik bed/bedding
Late 1950s Couch/Chairs
1950s Era Tables
1950s Era Radio
1950s Era TV (most wouldnt have one, but we want to show it anyway)
1950s Record Player (doesnt need to work)
Records of the era - especially bop/jazz/poetry
Old typewriters
Other paraphernalia from a 1950s Apartment
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EPILOGUE:
I know we've been asking for a lot of help lately, but it's an important time with still much to do.

Thanks!

Jerry Cimino
The Beat Museum
540 Broadway
San Francisco, CA 94133

1-800-KER-OUAC
http://www.kerouac.com
http://www.thebeatmuseumonwheels.com

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Beat Culture in Cleveland in the late 60's...

confetta — Mon, 22 May 2006 00:18:18 GMT

Cleveland Dreams is a new tribe that
includes the art, history, stories, poetry,
visual poetry and writings of the
Cleveland underground poetry scene
of the late 60's aka the mimeograph poets.

tribes.tribe.net/clevelanddreams

Cleveland Dreams is a Tribute to
the Cleveland Poets Including;

• d.a. Levy
• Russell Atkins
• Kent Taylor
• Russell Salamon
• Tom Kryss
• Jau Billera
• RJS
• Geoffrey Cook

"in the days unborn
you will find my brothers
ARMED with words you havent
even dreamed of.
Cleveland
you will move
or be plowed over—
eaten by vultures
like a corpse
digested
& slowly
change … "

—d.a. levy, from "letter to cleveland"

Cleveland Dreams
tribes.tribe.net/clevelanddreams

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New San Francisco Museum Celebrates Beats

boggess — Sun, 15 Jan 2006 15:28:27 GMT

By JUSTIN M. NORTON, Associated Press Writer

SAN FRANCISCO - In his 1957 classic "On the Road," Jack Kerouac wrote that he "stayed in San Francisco a week and had the beatest time" of his life.Decades after the novelists and poets who became known as the Beat Generation inspired a literary and cultural revolution, a museum celebrating the era with rare books, photos and memorabilia opened this weekend in the city that entranced Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

"I see the Beat Generation as an enlightening movement," said founder Jerry Cimino, 51, who kept his collection of beat artifacts at his Monterey home while working in the computer industry. "Because they followed their dreams they changed the world."

The opening of "The Beat Museum" coincides with the arrival of the original scroll manuscript of "On the Road" at the San Francisco Public Library and the naming of renegade poet Jack Hirschman as the city's poet laureate. Shortly after receiving the honor Thursday, Hirschman read at an anti-death penalty rally at City Hall.

The one-room museum is housed in a former art gallery on a narrow street in the city's North Beach neighborhood. Art and Beat photos line the walls, including signed photos of poets Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti.

Display cases house rarities such as a signed, annotated copy of Ginsberg's poem "Howl," one of only 250 copies, as well as the second paperback edition of the controversial work confiscated before an obscenity trial. There's a first edition of Kerouac's novel "Tristessa," and a $10.08 check Kerouac wrote to a liquor store.

Cimino said he believes Kerouac and Ginsberg, both of whom meticulously saved and chronicled their work, would be excited to see a record of their contributions.

"I think they'd be pleased to know their works live on," said Cimino, who often tours the country in a "Beatmobile" with John Cassady, son of Beat icon Neal Cassady, the inspiration behind the free-spirited hero of "On the Road."

Carolyn Cassady, 82, who married Neal Cassady, said she's still amazed at how Beat literature resonates with younger readers.

"There's something powerful that speaks to every new generation," said Cassady, who lives in London but was in San Francisco to see the Kerouac scroll and visit her children.

"We never ever thought this would happen," she said. "I had hundreds and hundreds of pages of letters that I let go of for peanuts."

The 36-foot Kerouac scroll — a little less than about one-third of the original manuscript of typed sheets of paper taped together — will remain on display through March 19. Cimino's museum is just down the street from City Lights Books, a required stop on a literary tour of San Francisco.

City Lights owner Ferlinghetti, who wrote the poetry classic "A Coney Island of the Mind," said the Beats are popular again because of dissatisfaction with war and conservatism and a hunger for spirituality and deeper experience.

"The world today needs the Beat message because everything the Beats stood for was the opposite of the dominant culture today," he said.

net link

http://www.thebeatmuseum.org/

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On the road

davidmcgrath — Wed, 31 Aug 2005 23:43:08 GMT

just listened to an unabridged version on "On the Road" in my car and heard so many things I missed when I read it years ago. made me go to key-z.com and buy a cd of neal cassady talking as he drove the bus to the 1964 World's Fair. yee haa!

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favorite poem

michael — Sat, 22 Jan 2005 10:25:55 GMT

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!

Berkeley 1955

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kicked off the last bus home

michael — Sun, 23 Jan 2005 10:27:47 GMT

tonight i and a fellow poet in arms were ejected from a city bus, addtuit the last city bus home, for reading poetry to each other. so i ended with a bang of loud poetics and hopped off to drink a night cap at the bar of the gods.

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amiri baraka's somebody blew up america

michael — Sat, 22 Jan 2005 11:59:05 GMT

Somebody Blew Up America

By Amiri Baraka

They say its some terrorist,
some barbaric
A Rab,
in Afghanistan
It wasn't our American terrorists
It wasn't the Klan or the Skin heads
Or the them that blows up nigger
Churches, or reincarnates us on Death Row
It wasn't Trent Lott
Or David Duke or Giuliani
Or Schundler, Helms retiring

It wasn't
The gonorrhea in costume
The white sheet diseases
That have murdered black people
Terrorized reason and sanity
Most of humanity, as they pleases

They say (who say?)
Who do the saying
Who is them paying
Who tell the lies
Who in disguise
Who had the slaves
Who got the bux out the Bucks

Who got fat from plantations
Who genocided Indians
Tried to waste the Black nation

Who live on Wall Street
The first plantation
Who cut your nuts off
Who rape your ma
Who lynched your pa

Who got the tar, who got the feathers
Who had the match, who set the fires
Who killed and hired
Who say they God & still be the Devil

Who the biggest only
Who the most goodest
Who do Jesus resemble

Who created everything
Who the smartest
Who the greatest
Who the richest
Who say you ugly and they the goodlookingest

Who define art
Who define science

Who made the bombs
Who made the guns

Who bought the slaves, who sold them

Who called you them names
Who say Dahmer wasn't insane

Who? Who? Who?

Who stole Puerto Rico
Who stole the Indies, the Philipines, Manhattan
Australia & The Hebrides
Who forced opium on the Chinese

Who own them buildings
Who got the money
Who think you funny
Who locked you up
Who own the papers

Who owned the slave ship
Who run the army

Who the fake president
Who the ruler
Who the banker

Who? Who? Who?

Who own the mine
Who twist your mind
Who got bread
Who need peace
Who you think need war

Who own the oil
Who do no toil
Who own the soil
Who is not a nigger
Who is so great ain't nobody bigger

Who own this city

Who own the air
Who own the water

Who own your crib
Who rob and steal and cheat and murder
and make lies the truth
Who call you uncouth

Who live in the biggest house
Who do the biggest crime
Who go on vacation anytime

Who killed the most niggers
Who killed the most Jews
Who killed the most Italians
Who killed the most Irish
Who killed the most Africans
Who killed the most Japanese
Who killed the most Latinos

Who? Who? Who?

Who own the ocean

Who own the airplanes
Who own the malls
Who own television
Who own radio

Who own what ain't even known to be owned
Who own the owners that ain't the real owners

Who own the suburbs
Who suck the cities
Who make the laws

Who made Bush president
Who believe the confederate flag need to be flying
Who talk about democracy and be lying

Who the Beast in Revelations
Who 666
Who know who decide
Jesus get crucified

Who the Devil on the real side
Who got rich from Armenian genocide

Who the biggest terrorist
Who change the bible
Who killed the most people
Who do the most evil
Who don't worry about survival

Who have the colonies
Who stole the most land
Who rule the world
Who say they good but only do evil
Who the biggest executioner

Who? Who? Who?

Who own the oil
Who want more oil
Who told you what you think that later you find out a lie

Who? Who? Who?

Who found Bin Laden, maybe they Satan
Who pay the CIA,
Who knew the bomb was gonna blow
Who know why the terrorists
Learned to fly in Florida, San Diego

Who know why Five Israelis was filming the explosion
And cracking they sides at the notion

Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain't goin' nowhere

Who make the credit cards
Who get the biggest tax cut
Who walked out of the Conference
Against Racism
Who killed Malcolm, Kennedy & his Brother
Who killed Dr King, Who would want such a thing?
Are they linked to the murder of Lincoln?

Who invaded Grenada
Who made money from apartheid
Who keep the Irish a colony
Who overthrow Chile and Nicaragua later

Who killed David Sibeko, Chris Hani,
the same ones who killed Biko, Cabral,
Neruda, Allende, Che Guevara, Sandino,

Who killed Kabila, the ones who wasted Lumumba, Mondlane,
Betty Shabazz, Die, Princess Di, Ralph Featherstone,
Little Bobby

Who locked up Mandela, Dhoruba, Geronimo,
Assata, Mumia, Garvey, Dashiell Hammett, Alphaeus Hutton

Who killed Huey Newton, Fred Hampton,
Medgar Evers, Mikey Smith, Walter Rodney,
Was it the ones who tried to poison Fidel
Who tried to keep the Vietnamese Oppressed

Who put a price on Lenin's head

Who put the Jews in ovens,
and who helped them do it
Who said "America First"
and ok'd the yellow stars

Who killed Rosa Luxembourg, Liebneckt
Who murdered the Rosenbergs
And all the good people iced,
tortured, assassinated, vanished

Who got rich from Algeria, Libya, Haiti,
Iran, Iraq, Saudi, Kuwait, Lebanon,
Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine,

Who cut off peoples hands in the Congo
Who invented Aids
Who put the germs
In the Indians' blankets
Who thought up "The Trail of Tears"

Who blew up the Maine
& started the Spanish American War
Who got Sharon back in Power
Who backed Batista, Hitler, Bilbo,
Chiang kai Chek

Who decided Affirmative Action had to go
Reconstruction, The New Deal,
The New Frontier, The Great Society,

Who do Tom Ass Clarence Work for
Who doo doo come out the Colon's mouth
Who know what kind of Skeeza is a Condoleeza
Who pay Connelly to be a wooden negro
Who give Genius Awards to Homo Locus
Subsidere

Who overthrew Nkrumah, Bishop,
Who poison Robeson,
who try to put DuBois in Jail
Who frame Rap Jamil al Amin, Who frame the Rosenbergs,
Garvey,
The Scottsboro Boys,
The Hollywood Ten

Who set the Reichstag Fire

Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed
Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers
To stay home that day
Why did Sharon stay away?

Who? Who? Who?

Explosion of Owl the newspaper say
The devil face cd be seen

Who make money from war
Who make dough from fear and lies
Who want the world like it is
Who want the world to be ruled by imperialism and national
oppression and terror violence, and hunger and poverty.

Who is the ruler of Hell?
Who is the most powerful

Who you know ever
Seen God?

But everybody seen
The Devil

Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog

Like the acid vomit of the fire of Hell
Who and Who and WHO who who
Whoooo and Whooooooooooooooooooooo!

Copyright (c) 2001 Amiri Baraka. All Rights Reserved

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Apr 22 = Mingus

AArtVark — Fri, 22 Apr 2005 07:45:02 GMT

It is the birthday of jazz bass player and composer Charles Mingus, born in Nogales, Arizona (1922). He played with Lionel Hampton, Charlie Parker, Duke Ellington, and toured Europe with his own orchestra. His autobiography is Beneath the Underdog, published in 1971.

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Lew Welch

Robin_D — Tue, 09 Dec 2003 12:03:19 GMT

One of the Beat writers who made a big impression on me - in some ways the biggest because, while thinking of one of his poems, I turned my car around and skipped the job interveiw I was on my way to which could have started me down a long and tedious road in life - was Lew Welch. Check out his collection 'Ring of Bone' if you haven't already. Great stuff.

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Allen Ginsberg

BobMaster — Thu, 31 Mar 2005 15:57:33 GMT

Hi folks, check out the new tribe dedicated to Allen

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kenneth rexroth, the precursor to ginsy's HOWL

michael — Sun, 23 Jan 2005 00:21:46 GMT

Rexroth Poems (1950s)

For Eli Jacobson
Thou Shalt Not Kill
From A Bestiary
Quietly
The Bad Old Days
Portrait of the Author as a Young Anarchist
They Say This Isn’t a Poem
Codicil
Noretorp-Noretsyh
Fish Peddler and Cobbler
Homer in Basic

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FOR ELI JACOBSON
December 1952
There are few of us now, soon
There will be none. We were comrades
Together, we believed we
Would see with our own eyes the new
World where man was no longer
Wolf to man, but men and women
Were all brothers and lovers
Together. We will not see it.
We will not see it, none of us.
It is farther off than we thought.
In our young days we believed
That as we grew old and fell
Out of rank, new recruits, young
And with the wisdom of youth,
Would take our places and they
Surely would grow old in the
Golden Age. They have not come.
They will not come. There are not
Many of us left. Once we
Marched in closed ranks, today each
Of us fights off the enemy,
A lonely isolated guerrilla.
All this has happened before,
Many times. It does not matter.
We were comrades together.
Life was good for us. It is
Good to be brave — nothing is
Better. Food tastes better. Wine
Is more brilliant. Girls are more
Beautiful. The sky is bluer
For the brave — for the brave and
Happy comrades and for the
Lonely brave retreating warriors.
You had a good life. Even all
Its sorrows and defeats and
Disillusionments were good,
Met with courage and a gay heart.
You are gone and we are that
Much more alone. We are one fewer,
Soon we shall be none. We know now
We have failed for a long time.
And we do not care. We few will
Remember as long as we can,
Our children may remember,
Some day the world will remember.
Then they will say, “They lived in
The days of the good comrades.
It must have been wonderful
To have been alive then, though it
Is very beautiful now.”
We will be remembered, all
Of us, always, by all men,
In the good days now so far away.
If the good days never come,
We will not know. We will not care.
Our lives were the best. We were the
Happiest men alive in our day.

[1952/1953]

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THOU SHALT NOT KILL
A Memorial for Dylan Thomas

I

They are murdering all the young men.
For half a century now, every day,
They have hunted them down and killed them.
They are killing them now.
At this minute, all over the world,
They are killing the young men.
They know ten thousand ways to kill them.
Every year they invent new ones.
In the jungles of Africa,
In the marshes of Asia,
In the deserts of Asia,
In the slave pens of Siberia,
In the slums of Europe,
In the nightclubs of America,
The murderers are at work.

They are stoning Stephen,
They are casting him forth from every city in the world.
Under the Welcome sign,
Under the Rotary emblem,
On the highway in the suburbs,
His body lies under the hurling stones.
He was full of faith and power.
He did great wonders among the people.
They could not stand against his wisdom.
They could not bear the spirit with which he spoke.
He cried out in the name
Of the tabernacle of witness in the wilderness.
They were cut to the heart.
They gnashed against him with their teeth.
They cried out with a loud voice.
They stopped their ears.
They ran on him with one accord.
They cast him out of the city and stoned him.
The witnesses laid down their clothes
At the feet of a man whose name was your name —
You.

You are the murderer.
You are killing the young men.
You are broiling Lawrence on his gridiron.
When you demanded he divulge
The hidden treasures of the spirit,
He showed you the poor.
You set your heart against him.
You seized him and bound him with rage.
You roasted him on a slow fire.
His fat dripped and spurted in the flame.
The smell was sweet to your nose.
He cried out,
“I am cooked on this side,
Turn me over and eat,
You
Eat of my flesh.”

You are murdering the young men.
You are shooting Sebastian with arrows.
He kept the faithful steadfast under persecution.
First you shot him with arrows.
Then you beat him with rods.
Then you threw him in a sewer.
You fear nothing more than courage.
You who turn away your eyes
At the bravery of the young men.

You,
The hyena with polished face and bow tie,
In the office of a billion dollar
Corporation devoted to service;
The vulture dripping with carrion,
Carefully and carelessly robed in imported tweeds,
Lecturing on the Age of Abundance;
The jackal in double-breasted gabardine,
Barking by remote control,
In the United Nations;
The vampire bat seated at the couch head,
Notebook in hand, toying with his decerebrator;
The autonomous, ambulatory cancer,
The Superego in a thousand uniforms;
You, the finger man of behemoth,
The murderer of the young men.

II

What happened to Robinson,
Who used to stagger down Eighth Street,
Dizzy with solitary gin?
Where is Masters, who crouched in
His law office for ruinous decades?
Where is Leonard who thought he was
A locomotive? And Lindsay,
Wise as a dove, innocent
As a serpent, where is he?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

What became of Jim Oppenheim?
Lola Ridge alone in an
Icy furnished room? Orrick Johns,
Hopping into the surf on his
One leg? Elinor Wylie
Who leaped like Kierkegaard?
Sara Teasdale, where is she?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

Where is George Sterling, that tame fawn?
Phelps Putnam who stole away?
Jack Wheelwright who couldn’t cross the bridge?
Donald Evans with his cane and
Monocle, where is he?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

John Gould Fletcher who could not
Unbreak his powerful heart?
Bodenheim butchered in stinking
Squalor? Edna Millay who took
Her last straight whiskey? Genevieve
Who loved so much; where is she?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

Harry who didn’t care at all?
Hart who went back to the sea?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

Where is Sol Funaroff?
What happened to Potamkin?
Isidor Schneider? Claude McKay?
Countee Cullen? Clarence Weinstock?
Who animates their corpses today?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

Where is Ezra, that noisy man?
Where is Larsson whose poems were prayers?
Where is Charles Snider, that gentle
Bitter boy? Carnevali,
What became of him?
Carol who was so beautiful, where is she?
Timor mortis conturbat me.

III

Was their end noble and tragic,
Like the mask of a tyrant?
Like Agamemnon’s secret golden face?
Indeed it was not. Up all night
In the fo’c’sle, bemused and beaten,
Bleeding at the rectum, in his
Pocket a review by the one
Colleague he respected, “If he
Really means what these poems
Pretend to say, he has only
One way out —.” Into the
Hot acrid Caribbean sun,
Into the acrid, transparent,
Smoky sea. Or another, lice in his
Armpits and crotch, garbage littered
On the floor, gray greasy rags on
The bed. “I killed them because they
Were dirty, stinking Communists.
I should get a medal.” Again,
Another, Simenon foretold
His end at a glance. “I dare you
To pull the trigger.” She shut her eyes
And spilled gin over her dress.
The pistol wobbled in his hand.
It took them hours to die.
Another threw herself downstairs,
And broke her back. It took her years.
Two put their heads under water
In the bath and filled their lungs.
Another threw himself under
The traffic of a crowded bridge.
Another, drunk, jumped from a
Balcony and broke her neck.
Another soaked herself in
Gasoline and ran blazing
Into the street and lived on
In custody. One made love
Only once with a beggar woman.
He died years later of syphilis
Of the brain and spine. Fifteen
Years of pain and poverty,
While his mind leaked away.
One tried three times in twenty years
To drown himself. The last time
He succeeded. One turned on the gas
When she had no more food, no more
Money, and only half a lung.
One went up to Harlem, took on
Thirty men, came home and
Cut her throat. One sat up all night
Talking to H.L. Mencken and
Drowned himself in the morning.
How many stopped writing at thirty?
How many went to work for Time?
How many died of prefrontal
Lobotomies in the Communist Party?
How many are lost in the back wards
Of provincial madhouses?
How many on the advice of
Their psychoanalysts, decided
A business career was best after all?
How many are hopeless alcoholics?
René Crevel!
Jacques Rigaud!
Antonin Artaud!
Mayakofsky!
Essenin!
Robert Desnos!
Saint Pol Roux!
Max Jacob!
All over the world
The same disembodied hand
Strikes us down.
Here is a mountain of death.
A hill of heads like the Khans piled up.
The first-born of a century
Slaughtered by Herod.
Three generations of infants
Stuffed down the maw of Moloch.

IV

He is dead.
The bird of Rhiannon.
He is dead.
In the winter of the heart.
He is Dead.
In the canyons of death,
They found him dumb at last,
In the blizzard of lies.
He never spoke again.
He died.
He is dead.
In their antiseptic hands,
He is dead.
The little spellbinder of Cader Idris.
He is dead.
The sparrow of Cardiff.
He is dead.
The canary of Swansea.
Who killed him?
Who killed the bright-headed bird?
You did, you son of a bitch.
You drowned him in your cocktail brain.
He fell down and died in your synthetic heart.
You killed him,
Oppenheimer the Million-Killer,
You killed him,
Einstein the Gray Eminence.
You killed him,
Havanahavana, with your Nobel Prize.
You killed him, General,
Through the proper channels.
You strangled him, Le Mouton,
With your mains étendues.
He confessed in open court to a pince-nezed skull.
You shot him in the back of the head
As he stumbled in the last cellar.
You killed him,
Benign Lady on the postage stamp.
He was found dead at a Liberal Weekly luncheon.
He was found dead on the cutting room floor.
He was found dead at a Time policy conference.
Henry Luce killed him with a telegram to the Pope.
Mademoiselle strangled him with a padded brassiere.
Old Possum sprinkled him with a tea ball.
After the wolves were done, the vaticides
Crawled off with his bowels to their classrooms and quarterlies.
When the news came over the radio
You personally rose up shouting, “Give us Barabbas!”
In your lonely crowd you swept over him.
Your custom-built brogans and your ballet slippers
Pummeled him to death in the gritty street.
You hit him with an album of Hindemith.
You stabbed him with stainless steel by Isamu Noguchi,
He is dead.
He is Dead.
Like Ignacio the bullfighter,
At four o’clock in the afternoon.
At precisely four o’clock.
I too do not want to hear it.
I too do not want to know it.
I want to run into the street,
Shouting, “Remember Vanzetti!”
I want to pour gasoline down your chimneys.
I want to blow up your galleries.
I want to bum down your editorial offices.
I want to slit the bellies of your frigid women.
I want to sink your sailboats and launches.
I want to strangle your children at their finger paintings.
I want to poison your Afghans and poodles.
He is dead, the little drunken cherub.
He is dead,
The effulgent tub thumper.
He is Dead.
The ever living birds are not singing
To the head of Bran.
The sea birds are still
Over Bardsey of Ten Thousand Saints.
The underground men are not singing
On their way to work.
There is a smell of blood
In the smell of the turf smoke.
They have struck him down,
The son of David ap Gwilym.
They have murdered him,
The Baby of Taliessin.
There he lies dead,
By the Iceberg of the United Nations.
There he lies sandbagged,
At the foot of the Statue of Liberty.
The Gulf Stream smells of blood
As it breaks on the sand of Iona
And the blue rocks of Canarvon.
And all the birds of the deep sea rise up
Over the luxury liners and scream,
“You killed him! You killed him.
In your God damned Brooks Brothers suit,
You son of a bitch.”

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beat angel

michael — Fri, 21 Jan 2005 04:46:23 GMT

anybody see this film? i hav been living in big sur for a while and missed this film when it came out, i think. so i am curious as to how the film portrayed our boy jack.

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kenneth patchen

michael — Thu, 20 Jan 2005 05:11:39 GMT

just picked up a book of color prints of patchen's picture poems. anyone else here have it?

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Rexroth: SF Renissance

AlbionMoonlite — Sat, 08 Jan 2005 07:02:53 GMT

http://www.bopsecrets.org/rexroth/index.htm

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Kerouac's definitive biography

davidmcgrath — Sat, 25 Dec 2004 19:31:27 GMT

Just finished Kerouac (the definitive biography) by Paul Maher Jr.
It was a wonderful story by the first biographer to have access to all of Kerouac's material. Highly recommended to any who want to know more of the great spirit of Jack Kerouac.

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Who's Beat?

rawkcuf — Wed, 24 Nov 2004 04:32:34 GMT

Is everyone in this tribe beat or nostalgic?

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TODAY IN BEAT HISTORY

Holden S. — Fri, 26 Mar 2004 22:54:17 GMT

HEY EVERYBODY! TODAY IS GREGORIO NUNZIO CORSO'S BIRTHDAY!!! WOO-HOO! PARTY!...eh..seriously...choose a poem of his to read today in his honor.

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Lenny Bruce

AArtVark — Sat, 09 Oct 2004 08:32:02 GMT

Lenny Bruce - Beat or not? What's the consensus?

Speaking of which - The sic CD set that just came out with loads of never before heard stuff has some real gems on there. A nice looking package as well with notes and photos.

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new tribe: Old Souls

meldrc — Fri, 12 Nov 2004 20:20:43 GMT

ageandeternity.tribe.net

For some reason I connect the concept of the old soul with what I know of the beats...something about having the long perspective...seeing through the conventions of the day - knowing they are simply the conventions of the day, and not to be taken seriously...

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King of the Beats

Robin_D — Wed, 04 Feb 2004 20:52:18 GMT

I just watched the documentary about Jack Kerouac again the other night. I hadn't seen it for many years. It's funny what time does to your perceptions. He really became a fool at the end of his life due to alcohol. The dvd version had some outtakes from the the Firing Line program in '68 where Ed Sanders is also on the show. His train of thought was shot and his attacks on everybody, especially Ginsburg, were really out of line. Anyway, I don't want to dwell on the negative; the reading he does on the Steve Allen show still sends chills up my spine.
I know there is a Kerouac tribe but I would rather keep all my Beat themes in one place. What a mad, fantastic genius!

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Hey all...

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 20:35:38 GMT

just wanted to say hello...I'm new to this Tribe...can you dig?

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This Generation

rawkcuf — Fri, 08 Oct 2004 18:22:30 GMT

I believe this generation to be rogue. Am I alone on that? Our jazz is electronic and everyone rhymes. Many voices, infinite expression, mass advertising, and hip hop provides the beats. MCs cannot be distinguished from the scholars and potheads.

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I was all excited about this tribe, and then...

Fri, 23 Jul 2004 21:20:03 GMT

???

Where's everybody at?

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Beat Philosophy

WenchoftheWarlock — Thu, 04 Dec 2003 18:18:59 GMT

how do you describe your take on beat philosophy today? What suggestions do you have for keeping the Beat Spirit alive?

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Gary Snyder

WenchoftheWarlock — Tue, 09 Dec 2003 14:00:35 GMT

Being outdoorsy, I find myself easily identifying with a lot of Gary Snyder's work. He has been described by others as the Henry David Thoreau of the beat generation, and whenever I am out hiking or enjoying nature, it is Gary Snyder I think of.

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Influenced

WenchoftheWarlock — Tue, 16 Dec 2003 17:07:32 GMT

I know there are a few creative minds that belong to this tribe, and it's possible that all of us are creative in some what. How would you say that Beat Generation influenced you creatively?

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