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Wholly Communion : A short film documenting what was referred to as "The International Poetry Incarnation". It was billed as Great Britain's first full-scale "happening", with the world's leading Beat poets together under one roof at the Royal Albert Hall on June 11, 1965, for an evening of near-hallucinatory revelry. It came to be seen as one of the cultural high points of the Swinging Sixties.
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dwellsinparadise · 8 months
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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!"
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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From left to right: Larry Rivers, Jack Kerouac, David Amram, Allen Ginsberg, and Gregory Corso in white hat with back to camera
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ahmetcumhur-blog · 9 months
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Gregory Corso
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Üç
1.
Sokak şarkıcısı keyifsiz
Çömelmiş kapı önünde, yüreğine dayalı.
Bir şarkı bile yok gecenin şamatasında.
2.
Duvarın ardında
yaşlı bahçıvan çiçekleri biçiyor
Genç bir adam
gelmiş pusuya yatmıştı çalılıkta
3.
Ölüm ağlıyor çünkü Ölüm insandır
bir çocuk öldüğü zaman tüm günlerini sinemada geçiren.
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checkitout-checkitout · 5 months
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My four favorite Beat poetry volumes
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carloskaplan · 2 years
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Gregory Corso no seu ático de París (1957). Dedicatoria de Allen Ginsberg
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simulacra999 · 1 year
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oldshowbiz · 2 years
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The Shocking Truth about those Beatniks
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schizografia · 8 months
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HO 25 ANNI
Con un amore una frenesia per Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
e nella mia bocca il bisogno di dire
ora va da orecchio a orecchio:
odio i vecchi poeti!
Specialmente i vecchi poeti che
ritrattano
che consultano altri vecchi poeti
che parlano della loro gioventù in
sospiri,
dicendo: – Cose che feci allora
ma è stato allora
è stato allora –
Oh vorrei placare i vecchi
dirgli: – Io vi sono amico
ciò che eravate un tempo, in me
sarete ancora –
Poi la notte nell’intimità delle loro case
strappare le loro lingue contrite
e rubare le loro poesie.
Gregory Corso
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headgehug · 1 year
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sea chanty, gregory corso
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stevenluce · 2 years
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Gregory Corso, Accidental Autobiography
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amoebasareverysmall · 2 years
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Gregory Corso (Beanie), Larry Rivers, Jack Kerouac, David Amram, Allen Ginsberg
New Years Day, 1957
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rustbeltjessie · 1 year
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Another thing I won’t apologize for is my old writing—the stories, poems, essays, et. al. I wrote from the age of twelve on. In his poem “I Am 25,” Gregory Corso wrote of:
...old poetmen / who speak their youth in whispers, / saying: —I did those then / but that was then / that was then—
The lit world is rife with writers shunning their juvenilia, and I refuse. There are old pieces I still think are pretty damn good. And much like my youthful experiences shaped me as a person, all the writing I did back then made me the writer I am now. I think of my juvenilia the same way I think of my tattoos. There are pieces I wouldn’t write now had I not already written them, and there are tattoos I wouldn’t get if I didn’t already have them. But I have love for them, all of them. Even the wonky, faded stick n’ pokes; even the shoddily researched anarcha-feminist rants and the cheesy odes to Sid Vicious. I would only retract something I wrote if it were harmful in its language or viewpoint. Disavowing my old writing because it’s clumsy or embarrassing would be like spitting in the face of any success I’ve had. Would be like asking to have my future words snatched by a younger, braver writer.
In the penultimate stanza of “I Am 25,” Gregory Corso wrote about befriending those endlessly retracting old (poet)men, offering them reassurance that their genius can live on through him. The final stanza shows his real motive. He’d ingratiate himself to them:
Then at night in the confidence of their homes / rip out their apology-tongues / and steal their poems.
—Jessie Lynn McMains, from “rip out their apology-tongues” (Pussy Magic, April 2019)
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madamemarmot · 1 year
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Gregory Corso, Allen Ginsberg, and William Burroughs were all my teachers, each one passing through the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel, my new university. Just Kids by Patti Smith
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1977 -  Poet Gregory Corso and son Max Corso
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