mean reds, nice blues

Category: beatnik

william s. burroughs…

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say ‘I want to see the manager.’


1955: allen ginsberg – howl

jack kerouac…

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”