Beatnik Stories

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

sempre que amanhece, um mesmo sol nos vê diferente. somos crias de nossas escolhas e geramos mudanças constantemente. mudar não é pecado. tampouco amar.

by Allen Ginsberg

Sunday, October 11, I was invited to read poems at the Beat Museum in San Francisco. Great audience. Great fun. Here are the poems I read (and sang!). They've all appear...

Hello, hi. I'm not suicidal. These poems probably say otherwise, but I can assure you that I'm perfectly fine. And they're all mine so please dont steal

beach loneliness

Mid 1953, New York. Charles is back at the American Diner with Carol. As they, and their friends, continue their rebel lifestyle, Jim Etcher returns to cause troubl...

at the Trafalgar House Cafe

I'm sure most have read the poem Howl by Allen Ginsberg. When I first read it, I understood it to be a lengthy and visceral description of that moment in time through hi...

Melissa (call her Liss) has just finished her first year of college, and bought a classic VW bus. Naturally, there's only one thing she wants to do: leave. General direc...

Modern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set aga...

A Short Story/Poem (?) that I have written; Slightly in a Beatnik style, mostly in "let's write everything down at once" style. It turned out pretty neat.

There's that space between your eyes and your brain, where these mad burnings just burn... You tell about it, and you're a mad man, or you're a sick man, or you're just...

I wrote this at the age of 17 as a tribute to Allen Ginsberg's Howl

Conto metaficcional.

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