---charlie parker
we are post-beat poets, we are the generation of television,
we are the true discerners of drug addiction and profanity, we are
the afterthoughts of post-war experiments
National product
We are the spoiled adaptable and discriminated
last gang of over-thirties
We are the victims of the atomic bomb and the psychedelic
degenerates
We made marijuana a household word
Our parents' disapproval
We try to clarify everything that lies ahead of us.
We are post-beat poets,
inspired by tigers ,
gays
, wife-killers,
psychedelic water drinkers,
bookstore owners,
freedom fighters
, drug addicts,
priests, and jazz.
We tried to understand the West Coast according to the Word
Reading sacred Zen scriptures Drinking
on lonely beaches
and listening to music Staying awake on marijuana
deep in the lonely forest Slowly returning to the city lights where it always seemed to be in a good mood Some wives work hard and some take the hard things in their stride Some used to live on the road like Kerouac and now spend hours in front of the subway
Angry, reflecting on our once unfettered selves,
but we are all still writing our words their words the words of
all!
For ourselves and for all of
us We got drunk like Corso
and lovable elite never grew up
Never got more holy than you Ginsburg
We got ironic like Burroughs
The surreal time accompanies so fast Like so many stereoscopic ghosts
on starships We inject morphine and pay attention to what they pay attention to ghosts like Corso standing in front of the Chelsea hotel, in a little book as attentive as we are intoxicated and barefoot Sitting cross-legged and sitting on the mud we became the recorders of each other's lives Picking the way of life, stealing the moonlight We went to the temple to pay homage to the fat man and wrote haiku We never forgot our friends One of us accidentally disappeared into eternal destiny No more coming back in the fog Others keep silent, the music gets deeper year after year! We are post-beat poets more confident and proud of our immediate heritage We find lounging on the carpet beside colour TV sets Honey cats with cold eyes at night We, hippies, regardless of class Very primitive 20th century very Well-informed we all have our strengths and our intentions
Our personal styles
Our beliefs
change often and always the same
We all have our own good days
Our times are coming.
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