Most of them are dead now. And yet.
This was a great course.
"What matters most is how well you can walk through fire."
-Charles Bukowski, a beat poet.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Are You Dead or Are You Sleeping?
The Beat Movement has raised more questions then answers. An entire subculture spawned out of five guys writing for each other and look now, an entire college course is devoted to their writing. And what they did to the entire world. I like to think that none of it was a waste, and that none of it is over. Even though it was a while ago.
Howl, or at least a creative Murmur
I have seen the best minds of my generation...
fall, subside to carelessness and alcohol,
more interested in doing shots of liquor then reading,
the metaphorical dust on my bookshelf growing thicker still;
who ignore cries of help for attention,
who vaguely feel repulsion for the pursuit of knowledge,
who are enticed and attracted to the words,
like fuck and asshole in their prose and poetry,
who DO NOT realize that there are better words than these,
who can list roster after roster but cannot understand why
we are morose on the day JD Salinger died.
No one is raving mad, naked, no angel headed hipster,
just ironies and misplaced fashion, icons
who fail to create anything really meaningful,
who have lost their eyes
not to real blindness
but blinded by the hopeful chance to read the written word,
who ignore and neglect the spoken word
who could give two shits who is with us in Rockwell or anywhere.
And I ask,
who will listen in fifty years
when fifty years ago people were listening.
Who is still with me in Rockwell?
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