To Carl Solomon

Adelbert 2022-10-27 04:54:12

He is the lover of all, the muse of all. Day after day the vinyl swirls, whiskey and wild derangement disappear in the footsteps of the library, opening scenes of free and eager poetic drama, and the blood of murder on the Hudson finally ironically becomes his inexhaustible The original sin of the net, the over-saturated red like pouring dye from the top of the head, lonely and weak, paranoid and collapsed and kissed his whole body, David finally became everything he could not get rid of in his eternal life. Some things once you've loved them become yours forever, and if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become part of you, or they destroy you. Flashlight, Utopia no longer exists. Utopia no longer exists. In the film, Lu's hands trembled and hugged Allen's shoulders. He buried his head deeply and repeated this sentence, taking a deep breath - he had to leave, he knew that he would have to be hit by this sudden, self-created, heavy The death of the star is irresistibly crushed in the dust of the world, how can he end his future, he must escape, only to escape into the dirty reality he once dismissed. —He jumped with no choice. Throughout the life and works of several famous "beats" who appeared in the film, Allen is an artist and a poet, Jack is the writer closest to reality, and William is a real lunatic and the longest-lived one among them. , others draw inspiration and art from events, William dedicates himself completely to words, from tobacco, alcohol, music to injecting drugs, ghostly sitting in front of an alien skull-shaped typewriter and engraving all the years into "Naked Lunch" and autobiography The irrational The content of the shooting of his own wife in Mexico, he became part of his own creation. And Lucien Carr is a brilliant, cunning genius, a lover who lives for himself, a phantom that no one can capture. He is full of the artistic conception in Rimbaud's poetry, but he also has what they once pursued together. Primitive and brutish, both angels and beasts, the youth who chewed the glass to show off, the first person to leave the ivory tower without hesitation, is as warm and cold as metal, so it always has a sense of ethereal, as if Allen pushed yesterday. When he opened the door and saw his charming smile, it was just a dream of sitting in front of the desk and taking a nap. Growing up, I was not very interested in the works of the Beat Generation, but sometimes I would re-read the books "Nude Lunch" and "While" which I had read only once for many years and closed in a hurry. The hippo was boiled to death in the sink", just a few words on the paper, the scene of the times came into view, the streets of New York were still funny, and everyone sat in the bar to start a new round of discussions on philosophy, and they were happy for the name of New Horizons Laughing, raising hands to clink glasses. Liberty, ideal, literature, primitive, as Ginsburg put it, maybe there is no Beat Generation at all. However, it is a long but amazing story that is gradually changed, grown and created by many characters who are pursuing themselves. Begging, laughing at the name of New Horizon, raising your hands to clink glasses. Liberty, ideal, literature, primitive, as Ginsburg put it, maybe there is no Beat Generation at all. However, it is a long but amazing story that is gradually changed, grown and created by many characters who are pursuing themselves. Begging, laughing at the name of New Horizon, raising your hands to clink glasses. Liberty, ideal, literature, primitive, as Ginsburg put it, maybe there is no Beat Generation at all. However, it is a long but amazing story that is gradually changed, grown and created by many characters who are pursuing themselves.

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Kill Your Darlings quotes

  • Allen Ginsberg: Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.

  • Allen Ginsberg: Some things, once you've loved them, become yours forever./And if you try to let them go... /They only circle back and return to you./They become part of who you are...

    Lucien Carr: ...or they destroy you.