they were like fuck it lets just toss some meth in there to keep his spirits up
That's the part that makes me giggle the most. Especially when they make note of their "usual high standards"... Just leaving meth chilling in holding cells (why would it ever be in a HOLDING CELL in the first place) Forgetting you locked people up.... apparantly not even giving the building a walk through for 4 whole days....
I used to be really into the Beats but then I realized Henry Miller did everything better and was probably cooler to hang even though he was an asshole.
I will fight you
Kerouac was an alcoholic with an ear for jazz.
Burroughs scares me. That is all.
Corso was a moron, but wrote a few decent poems.
Ginsberg is probably the most talented of the group, but, having read his complete works, is really inconsistent.
Henry Miller spent most of his life writing the same book (as did Kerouac), but he only got better. You ever read Big Sur, or some of Ginsberg's later stuff? Rubbish.
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Jack Spicer is amazing. He has some cool theories about poetry, too. Like, that it is received from martians.
My legs closed instantaneously when I finished that story.
Delta of Venus is like...on a whack ass level of erotica.
What a surprise that someone who wants to write about sex to make other people horny has issues to deal with.
Who, Anais Nin or me? Cause I don't want to write about sex and I think not wanting knives up my hoo-haa is not an issue I need to deal with. I think that's an acceptable "issue".
Uhhh why would you think I'm talking about you.
Of course I'm talking about Anais Nin.
Your sentence confused me >: o
and yeah, I mean the chick fucked her dad. I try not to judge but....dude that's your dad.
It's hard to believe that shit comes naturally for some people.
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burroughs actually came up a scientific context recently
he was cured of his opiate addiction by the use of apomorphine by dr j.y. dent and was then convinced that the drug companies and DE GUVERMINT had suppressed the treatment because apomorphine wasnt patentable
they were like fuck it lets just toss some meth in there to keep his spirits up
That's the part that makes me giggle the most. Especially when they make note of their "usual high standards"... Just leaving meth chilling in holding cells (why would it ever be in a HOLDING CELL in the first place) Forgetting you locked people up.... apparantly not even giving the building a walk through for 4 whole days....
The worst part is that this is a thing that happens.
Not the meth. That's a new level of bizarre.
But forgetting about people in solitary? Yeah, it happens.
burroughs actually came up a scientific context recently
he was cured of his opiate addiction by the use of apomorphine by dr j.y. dent and was then convinced that the drug companies and DE GUVERMINT had suppressed the treatment because apomorphine wasnt patentable
Interesting.
every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
I used to be really into the Beats but then I realized Henry Miller did everything better and was probably cooler to hang even though he was an asshole.
I will fight you
Kerouac was an alcoholic with an ear for jazz.
Burroughs scares me. That is all.
Corso was a moron, but wrote a few decent poems.
Ginsberg is probably the most talented of the group, but, having read his complete works, is really inconsistent.
Henry Miller spent most of his life writing the same book (as did Kerouac), but he only got better. You ever read Big Sur, or some of Ginsberg's later stuff? Rubbish.
What about O'Hara? Ferlenghetti? Creeley?
You have terrible opinions, and Kerouac would sadface at being lumped in with poets. :-)
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they were like fuck it lets just toss some meth in there to keep his spirits up
That's the part that makes me giggle the most. Especially when they make note of their "usual high standards"... Just leaving meth chilling in holding cells (why would it ever be in a HOLDING CELL in the first place) Forgetting you locked people up.... apparantly not even giving the building a walk through for 4 whole days....
The worst part is that this is a thing that happens.
Not the meth. That's a new level of bizarre.
But forgetting about people in solitary? Yeah, it happens.
burroughs actually came up a scientific context recently
he was cured of his opiate addiction by the use of apomorphine by dr j.y. dent and was then convinced that the drug companies and DE GUVERMINT had suppressed the treatment because apomorphine wasnt patentable
Interesting.
He will not have to work anymore. At least for a little while.
they were like fuck it lets just toss some meth in there to keep his spirits up
That's the part that makes me giggle the most. Especially when they make note of their "usual high standards"... Just leaving meth chilling in holding cells (why would it ever be in a HOLDING CELL in the first place) Forgetting you locked people up.... apparantly not even giving the building a walk through for 4 whole days....
The worst part is that this is a thing that happens.
Not the meth. That's a new level of bizarre.
But forgetting about people in solitary? Yeah, it happens.
Holy shit.
Leave an alarm on your phone for Christ's sake.
Winky on
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I used to be really into the Beats but then I realized Henry Miller did everything better and was probably cooler to hang even though he was an asshole.
I will fight you
Kerouac was an alcoholic with an ear for jazz.
Burroughs scares me. That is all.
Corso was a moron, but wrote a few decent poems.
Ginsberg is probably the most talented of the group, but, having read his complete works, is really inconsistent.
Henry Miller spent most of his life writing the same book (as did Kerouac), but he only got better. You ever read Big Sur, or some of Ginsberg's later stuff? Rubbish.
What about O'Hara? Ferlenghetti? Creeley?
You have terrible opinions, and Kerouac would sadface at being lumped in with poets. :-)
None of those three are Beats.
Frank O'Hara is a New York School poet.
Ferlinghetti rejected the term. Maybe he is, I guess.
Robert Creeley was part of the Black Mountain School of poets.
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I used to be really into the Beats but then I realized Henry Miller did everything better and was probably cooler to hang even though he was an asshole.
I will fight you
Kerouac was an alcoholic with an ear for jazz.
Burroughs scares me. That is all.
Corso was a moron, but wrote a few decent poems.
Ginsberg is probably the most talented of the group, but, having read his complete works, is really inconsistent.
Henry Miller spent most of his life writing the same book (as did Kerouac), but he only got better. You ever read Big Sur, or some of Ginsberg's later stuff? Rubbish.
What about O'Hara? Ferlenghetti? Creeley?
You have terrible opinions, and Kerouac would sadface at being lumped in with poets. :-)
None of those three are Beats.
Frank O'Hara is a New York School poet.
Ferlinghetti rejected the term. Maybe he is, I guess.
Robert Creeley was part of the Black Mountain School of poets.
I suppose you're right - I hear "the beats" and I think "postmoderns" but that's lazy on my part.
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feral have you not heard about apomorphine treatment for alcoholism?
dent claimed 60-70% 5 year abstinence based on one roughly one-week treatment
and more interestingly, it didnt work by aversion...
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I used to be really into the Beats but then I realized Henry Miller did everything better and was probably cooler to hang even though he was an asshole.
I will fight you
Kerouac was an alcoholic with an ear for jazz.
Burroughs scares me. That is all.
Corso was a moron, but wrote a few decent poems.
Ginsberg is probably the most talented of the group, but, having read his complete works, is really inconsistent.
Henry Miller spent most of his life writing the same book (as did Kerouac), but he only got better. You ever read Big Sur, or some of Ginsberg's later stuff? Rubbish.
What about O'Hara? Ferlenghetti? Creeley?
You have terrible opinions, and Kerouac would sadface at being lumped in with poets. :-)
None of those three are Beats.
Frank O'Hara is a New York School poet.
Ferlinghetti rejected the term. Maybe he is, I guess.
Robert Creeley was part of the Black Mountain School of poets.
I suppose you're right - I hear "the beats" and I think "postmoderns" but that's lazy on my part.
If it's postmodernism we're talking about, I'm a fan. Whatever it means.
Samuel Beckett is a lot of fun. Lyn Hejinian, also cool.
Frank O'Hara is great, but he wasn't a Beat at all. Obviously influenced by them, but he basically constructed the entire first wave new york school from that semi-ironic personism manifesto
"and the morning stars I have seen
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
they were like fuck it lets just toss some meth in there to keep his spirits up
That's the part that makes me giggle the most. Especially when they make note of their "usual high standards"... Just leaving meth chilling in holding cells (why would it ever be in a HOLDING CELL in the first place) Forgetting you locked people up.... apparantly not even giving the building a walk through for 4 whole days....
The worst part is that this is a thing that happens.
Not the meth. That's a new level of bizarre.
But forgetting about people in solitary? Yeah, it happens.
Frank O'Hara is great, but he wasn't a Beat at all. Obviously influenced by them, but he basically constructed the entire first wave new york school from that semi-ironic personism manifesto
Yep. Just for chat, I'll post one of his lesser known poems, about his friend John Ashbery, whom he had nicknamed Ashes.
Ashes on Saturday Afternoon
The banal machines are exposing themselves
on nearby hillocks of arrested color: why
if we are the anthropologists canopé
should this upset the autumn afternoon?
It is because you are silent. Speak, if
speech is not embarrassed by your attention
to the scenery! in languages more livid than
vomit on Sunday after wafer and prayer.
What is the poet for, if not to scream
himself into a hernia of admiration for all
paradoxical integuments: the kiss, the
bomb, cathedrals and the zeppelin anchored
to the hill of dreams? Oh be not silent
on this distressing holiday whose week
has been a chute of sand down which no
factories or castles tumbled: only my
petulant two-fisted heart. You, dear poet,
who addressed yourself to flowers, Electra,
and photographs on less painful occasions,
must save me from the void's eternal noise.
Samuel Beckett is a lot of fun. Lyn Hejinian, also cool.
Ron Silliman can fuck off.
How can you like Hejinian and not Silliman?!? Silliman and Bernstein basically birthed Hejinian's style.
"and the morning stars I have seen
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
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this is quite a good account of burroughs relationship with apomorphine and his attempts to get it used more widely, although it omits a lot of relevant information
Samuel Beckett is a lot of fun. Lyn Hejinian, also cool.
Ron Silliman can fuck off.
How can you like Hejinian and not Silliman?!? Silliman and Bernstein basically birthed Hejinian's style.
Ron Silliman is boring. Have you ever read the Age of Huts? It's clear he is using an equation to write, but the way he processes language is not as interesting to me.
I've only read Girly Man by Charles Bernstein.
Although, I think he's in some old issues of Telephone magazine that Maureen Owen gave to me.
Frank O'Hara is great, but he wasn't a Beat at all. Obviously influenced by them, but he basically constructed the entire first wave new york school from that semi-ironic personism manifesto
Yep. Just for chat, I'll post one of his lesser known poems, about his friend John Ashbery, whom he had nicknamed Ashes.
Ashes on Saturday Afternoon
The banal machines are exposing themselves
on nearby hillocks of arrested color: why
if we are the anthropologists canopé
should this upset the autumn afternoon?
It is because you are silent. Speak, if
speech is not embarrassed by your attention
to the scenery! in languages more livid than
vomit on Sunday after wafer and prayer.
What is the poet for, if not to scream
himself into a hernia of admiration for all
paradoxical integuments: the kiss, the
bomb, cathedrals and the zeppelin anchored
to the hill of dreams? Oh be not silent
on this distressing holiday whose week
has been a chute of sand down which no
factories or castles tumbled: only my
petulant two-fisted heart. You, dear poet,
who addressed yourself to flowers, Electra,
and photographs on less painful occasions,
must save me from the void's eternal noise.
The last line is like the last blow of a hammer on the nail he's pounding. So satisfying.
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surrealitychecklonely, but not unloveddreaming of faulty keys and latchesRegistered Userregular
edited May 2012
theyre utterly unrelated though
naltrexone just inhibits highs while you take it, putatively apomorphine corrects dopaminergic dysfunction permanently(though fuck knows how)
and also worth noting that apomorphine was traditionally used as an aversive agent (and indeed still is), so the confusion is incredibly common - indeed the man who treated burroughs was convinced it was an aversion treatment for most of the time he used it until the end of his life
Frank O'Hara is great, but he wasn't a Beat at all. Obviously influenced by them, but he basically constructed the entire first wave new york school from that semi-ironic personism manifesto
Yep. Just for chat, I'll post one of his lesser known poems, about his friend John Ashbery, whom he had nicknamed Ashes.
Ashes on Saturday Afternoon
The banal machines are exposing themselves
on nearby hillocks of arrested color: why
if we are the anthropologists canopé
should this upset the autumn afternoon?
It is because you are silent. Speak, if
speech is not embarrassed by your attention
to the scenery! in languages more livid than
vomit on Sunday after wafer and prayer.
What is the poet for, if not to scream
himself into a hernia of admiration for all
paradoxical integuments: the kiss, the
bomb, cathedrals and the zeppelin anchored
to the hill of dreams? Oh be not silent
on this distressing holiday whose week
has been a chute of sand down which no
factories or castles tumbled: only my
petulant two-fisted heart. You, dear poet,
who addressed yourself to flowers, Electra,
and photographs on less painful occasions,
must save me from the void's eternal noise.
The last line is like the last blow of a hammer on the nail he's pounding. So satisfying.
I know! This is one of my favorite O'Hara poems. He's clearly writing it in imitation of Ashbery, in my opinion. Too bad like no one ever talks about it. It was written around 1952, I think.
O'Hara's collected works are a mess. They don't go in any particular order, which means lots of awful shit is next to lots of brilliant shit.
Posts
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19744
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
Yeeeeeeesh. It would be in the best interests of the government to settle with him.
really eddy
really?
he doesnt even cite his sources
Free market capitalism will decide what's appropriate and what's not!
Not to mention line up some suitable human sacrifices
That's the part that makes me giggle the most. Especially when they make note of their "usual high standards"... Just leaving meth chilling in holding cells (why would it ever be in a HOLDING CELL in the first place) Forgetting you locked people up.... apparantly not even giving the building a walk through for 4 whole days....
Kerouac was an alcoholic with an ear for jazz.
Burroughs scares me. That is all.
Corso was a moron, but wrote a few decent poems.
Ginsberg is probably the most talented of the group, but, having read his complete works, is really inconsistent.
Henry Miller spent most of his life writing the same book (as did Kerouac), but he only got better. You ever read Big Sur, or some of Ginsberg's later stuff? Rubbish.
It's hard to believe that shit comes naturally for some people.
he was cured of his opiate addiction by the use of apomorphine by dr j.y. dent and was then convinced that the drug companies and DE GUVERMINT had suppressed the treatment because apomorphine wasnt patentable
Now I need to think up a political joke regarding legislation on carnivals.
Why the fuck they wouldn't use the word "force" somehow though makes no fucking sense.
That to. Someone should lose their job.
The worst part is that this is a thing that happens.
Not the meth. That's a new level of bizarre.
But forgetting about people in solitary? Yeah, it happens.
Interesting.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
What about O'Hara? Ferlenghetti? Creeley?
You have terrible opinions, and Kerouac would sadface at being lumped in with poets. :-)
He will not have to work anymore. At least for a little while.
Holy shit.
Leave an alarm on your phone for Christ's sake.
None of those three are Beats.
Frank O'Hara is a New York School poet.
Ferlinghetti rejected the term. Maybe he is, I guess.
Robert Creeley was part of the Black Mountain School of poets.
Makes her laugh every time.
I have old bills in my inbox from October 2010, and they sent me paper bills before that, so I must be due a new phone soonish if not already.
Hmmm.
I suppose you're right - I hear "the beats" and I think "postmoderns" but that's lazy on my part.
dent claimed 60-70% 5 year abstinence based on one roughly one-week treatment
and more interestingly, it didnt work by aversion...
If it's postmodernism we're talking about, I'm a fan. Whatever it means.
Samuel Beckett is a lot of fun. Lyn Hejinian, also cool.
Ron Silliman can fuck off.
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
This is getting added, thanks a bunch.
I'm glad I went through with this. Looking at the first page submissions is enough to get me smiling.
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http://rt.com/usa/news/solitary-county-slevin-mexico-921/
http://www.seattlepi.com/news/article/Not-charged-transient-spends-3-months-in-jail-1265990.php
http://www.utsandiego.com/news/2009/oct/28/us-odd-forgotten-jail-102809/?ap
etc etc etc
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
Yep. Just for chat, I'll post one of his lesser known poems, about his friend John Ashbery, whom he had nicknamed Ashes.
Ashes on Saturday Afternoon
The banal machines are exposing themselves
on nearby hillocks of arrested color: why
if we are the anthropologists canopé
should this upset the autumn afternoon?
It is because you are silent. Speak, if
speech is not embarrassed by your attention
to the scenery! in languages more livid than
vomit on Sunday after wafer and prayer.
What is the poet for, if not to scream
himself into a hernia of admiration for all
paradoxical integuments: the kiss, the
bomb, cathedrals and the zeppelin anchored
to the hill of dreams? Oh be not silent
on this distressing holiday whose week
has been a chute of sand down which no
factories or castles tumbled: only my
petulant two-fisted heart. You, dear poet,
who addressed yourself to flowers, Electra,
and photographs on less painful occasions,
must save me from the void's eternal noise.
How can you like Hejinian and not Silliman?!? Silliman and Bernstein basically birthed Hejinian's style.
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
http://realitystudio.org/bibliographic-bunker/apo-33/speed-apomorphine-mimeo-and-the-cut-up/
although later on it descends into plain bullshit so ignore the obvious literary analysis shit
I have, I just didn't know that Burroughs was on it.
Naltrexone doesn't work by aversion either.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
Submit a competing paper in a peer-reviewed videogame journal if you think that!
it was a masturbatory piece of hero worship of an antisocial lunatic
Ron Silliman is boring. Have you ever read the Age of Huts? It's clear he is using an equation to write, but the way he processes language is not as interesting to me.
I've only read Girly Man by Charles Bernstein.
Although, I think he's in some old issues of Telephone magazine that Maureen Owen gave to me.
The last line is like the last blow of a hammer on the nail he's pounding. So satisfying.
naltrexone just inhibits highs while you take it, putatively apomorphine corrects dopaminergic dysfunction permanently(though fuck knows how)
and also worth noting that apomorphine was traditionally used as an aversive agent (and indeed still is), so the confusion is incredibly common - indeed the man who treated burroughs was convinced it was an aversion treatment for most of the time he used it until the end of his life
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
I know! This is one of my favorite O'Hara poems. He's clearly writing it in imitation of Ashbery, in my opinion. Too bad like no one ever talks about it. It was written around 1952, I think.
O'Hara's collected works are a mess. They don't go in any particular order, which means lots of awful shit is next to lots of brilliant shit.