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YOUTH OF A HARDCORE BEATNIK-

Subham RizalLast Seen: Feb 23, 2024 @ 4:08pm 16FebUTC
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23rd February 2024 | 1 Views

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YOUTH OF A HARDCORE BEATNIK-

[…]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 “awwwwww!”

 -Jack Kerouac [On The Road] 1957

I stroll through the crowd-broken avenues

Demanding serenity, begging inspiration for free

And i see the folks of deficient spirituality

Marching proudly with beauty, in vain

On the rhythm of aesthetic pretence;

painted lips, polished cheek and who knows,

For, I smell a monkey, shaved and beautiful

But isn’t it of universal knowledge,

That a monkey in silk is a monkey no less

I could grive for such a tragedy, a slaughter

A slaughter of the divine air, truth beautifully raped 

And yet, why would I grieve on a folly

I have my hair brushed by the breeze of Eden

My eyes glistened by dreams beyond mundanity

To talk of dreams and desires, I have them highly torched

By non but our own Dionysus, thigh-born

Sacrifice of Semele, still the son of Zeus

Bleeding wine, mumbling poetry, humming symphonies

And its not that I’m here to mirror the monkey I saw

By bearing the zeal of hopeless pride and royal paints

I’m not in this feast of apes to be an ape myself,

My longing for the liberty can speak the rest

The world is carved of a million magic doves

Some become monkeys and some become unicorns

Some just make love with the dust, leaving

The rains of rainbows to become what they really are

Nothing and everything at all, some call it escape

Some call it conquest,

And I may aswell fall as Icarus did

But I remember I have You,

Tathagatha

-SUBHAM

Subham RizalLast Seen: Feb 23, 2024 @ 4:08pm 16FebUTC

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