ps, joshmay are you talking about a recording of "On The Road" because I think ages ago I spotted one somewhere on the net, I wish i could remember what it was again...

On The Road is a good book, so is The Dharma Bums are other books by Kerouac.

On The Road is being made into a movie, I hear.

really? do you know anything about directors or something?

Well, it is a matter of chance whether it gets made or not.

I found an article just tonight; [url]http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2004/04/16/bfcop16.xml[/url]

francis ford coppola!



oh this will be great



that is if its ever finished

This is for JoshMay... you can get the book on Penguin I do believe.. for a small price of 6 pounds... I'm not too sure if that's is of any relevance.. as you may live elsewhere.... but it's out there.

you can get it on amazon, or chapters/indigo, its a fairly famous book.

Stand your ground; it takes a death
To close a movement and make it whole.

[b][Societies are paragraphs,
People are the letters that comprise them:[/b]

[i]Singularly, they are meaningless forms
That must bind together to construct their own meanings,
And through eachother they justify themselves.
Collectively, they are meaningless forms
That are shaped into frames and constructions
Where they can draw from eachother a meaning to their existence;
And subsequently fall as victims to the delusion
Of individual worth and no matter how they arrange themselves
They will never last forever and always be forgotten,
But don't tell them that, they like to believe in themselves,
After all, nothing else will.[/i]

[b] And when syntax errors arise at right angles,
We shred them all and start again.][/b]

Like the class of Kent State,
Resistance to resistance is overwhelming by majority,
With revision through borrowed shotblast punctuation.
As a product of social conditioning is the belief
That the threat of another is directly proportional
To its deviation from the cultural median
And the effects of the response must be inversely
Proportional to the threat itself.

[i]Once a social construct is formalised through indoctrination
No further input is neccessary on the part of the controlling body.
Once set in the right mould the entire societal structure
Can be expected to become autonomous and self-regulating
Through a procedure of glass walls and glass ceilings;
Maintaining the illusion of freedom by creating limitations of expression and action
That are kept within safe levels, with any further descrepancies
Activating the inbuilt socio-cultural killswitch and the system cleanses itself again
And noone even blinks
Noone even notices,
And even if they did, they would say
We do it for our own good.
And if they opened their eyes at the scene they would see
The evidence they left themselves all over their walls,
Etched out in papercuts;
We kill by correspondence.[/i]

gaslight that was brilliant, i especially liked the first society paragraph, people as letters idea. Very deep, mature....man you're good!

*Eats chicken.*

Hold up, just finished some scribbling in notepad.

Yeah.

[b][u]Everyone's A Fraud Except You[/b][/u]

Still through eachother they will justify themselves,
And in their purge they will cleanse away
All they see that stands behind them and themselves,
For they are the only ones who have come this far,
All else is weighed down and infected with the contagious
Rot of oil and machinery that are the scars of their construction.

[i]"Take up arms and prove yourself, everyone's a fraud except you."[/i]

Make no mistake, they march to war;
They have plotted out in schematics the collapse of everything
That stands upon another

And their every footstep is a gunshot each time ringing closer
To their aim;
To find the start of all this, and destroy it.

And their every footstep is a gunshot that rings in circles
Around themselves;
Circulating through and pulsing into fresh wounds.

And their every shadow is a gun barrel
Pointed at the head of Socrates,
As they hunt the last of the simulacra,
From the shadows of self-reference.

[b]"Tell us who has brought this on our world!"
And with a dying breath; "It's you yourselves."[/b]

With a sigh
We handed you the pieces
Of a lie that's been told
A thousand times before
With it you can build what you will,
A new lie for yourself, for yourselves
For one more time's sake

And if you think we handed you this package
Not knowing what's inside
Then you deserve all you get
When the monuments you build to yourselves
Collapse into singularity

But act now, because for a limited time only
We can make you more than what you are;
Give yourselves over to us and we will help you reinvent yourself,
Deconstruct what you are and reconstruct to fit your latest plans.

And don't forget that we have read the scripts we gave you,
Stacked every deck and staged everything so that you think
You might just be a danger to the way things work,
But if we have all the pieces do you think we'd give to you enough
To get away with destroying it all?
We left you only enough to destroy yourselves.

It's someone else's turn now.

Pie is God...

*bows*

God is Pie...

*bows*
*trips*
*crawls away shamefully*

*Eats pie.*

Sup guys... keep it moving.

here is a jack kerouac piece titled 211th Chorus, from [I]Mexico City Blues [/I]

[B]The wheel of the quivering meat conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bubolic pigtics,
Horrible, unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the jungle,

Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills-
All the endless conception of living beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From super-microscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind-
Poor! I wish I was fee
of that slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead[/B]

he's so good

[U]bump[/U]

jack kerouac is AMAZING.

that he is.....
(another bump...)

would you recommend a specific title, a good collection of his poetry?

geez...I would just recommend reading his novels...which are really well written..You can probably find a collection of his poetry on the internet. If you want a book, I've looked but haven't found one...although I'm sure it exists somewhere. Amazon probably has one or something.
His novels are just so poetically written and thats what I love about them...(On the Run, Dharma Bums, and Mexico City Blues are my favorites. )

On The Road* :p

I second it man Kerouac's books are pride of place in my collection. Nearly, kinda. I dig it.

Someone should get around to writing some more beat poetry :).

I think everyone's kind of obsessed with the haiku now, seeing as it doesn't take long to write..

What you say is true.
I mean, how long must this take?
I'm done already.

haha

Condemned

Your fake plastic faces
Looking through the truth
See what you are told
This must be right
Man vs. man
Bliss in your ignorance
Why are you there
Want to tear you out

[CENTER]Tormented deep suffering
All towards you
Weak are picked
The stupid win[/CENTER]

Detest you. Disgusted. DEATH AT NIGHT.
Roaming. Rancid. RUN FROM HOODS
Danger. Destruct. NOBODY GIVES A
Rage. Hate.
война. guerre. War. Krieg.
De oorlog. guerra. krig.

война. guerre. War. Krieg.
De oorlog. guerra. krig.

what....? :confused: is that war in different languages?

[QUOTE]what....? is that war in different languages?[/QUOTE]

yer, its war in different languages

ahhh...what language is "de oorlog?"

RESURRECTION!!! I haven't been in this thread in ages, wow. I'm back in, fellas ;). I have another name, though, [b]i_hate_this_city[/b] so just know...it's me.

Hehe man that's crazy, one of the lyrics to a song my band plays is "The land erodes, and I hate this f[color=white]u[/color]cking city..."

EDIT: Yeah it was on the last page. lol

I think my eyes have passed over that before, but it might have been marginally different...hey! trails back!

I'll have a poem by tomorrow night, yo. I'll throw it in this spot.

Ive been writing for a while, but this is my first attempt at beat. Have a look.

They are held by the relentless strain of over-paid lobby-dwellers
The high and mighty are
Nothing but a figment of reality's imagination
"That's true", said the heartless philanthropist
"Loquacious" said the being with a lost identity
"You ponder on thoughts of self-pity, profound to say the least"
Never has such a degrading statement left the entrance of the omnipresent gust of wind which keeps the contraband perspiring


Equal
One could say
To the ever-degenerating postal worker, delivering news of turbulent times once passed
A mirage of hope, naive impulses, yet furthermore consuming
Could one captain stop the fax from its useless creations?
"Never", said the green-eyed monster monitor
Even lamented facts on this seven track notepad of needless remarks

A culmination of dust-filled air sacs, defined within the toxicity of the stellar remarks of once great heroes
Fruiticious relations captured with regards to the resentful persons of which make the masses seem alluded to the event
One of which has passed
The condensation says "Goodbye, cruel world", as it leaves the glass to join the pool of phased out lunacy, forming the basis of it's futile resistance
Ready
To sink
Or swim

Thanks.

Nice :).

Thanks. It seems so natural to me. It's quite frightening actually.

that was really really awesome...

Groves,
haphazardly placed, boundless bookmarks
the pine branches, that mushroomed out
a specter of natural plague

In that analytical memoir
that businessman: white and gray still photo
of me in the final home of winter
the grove could only but be wheelchair bound duck eggs

Cartier left me one coveted wish
and I myself, was Atlas with the pannier
to allow the papyrus page numbers to be a repitition of each one before
with the ho hum blue ink of that
one wish

it couldn't be the halted Chinese army
nor could any one poet/activist/thinking biped
every manage to be ambidextrous in their enterprise
or allow the dissonant chains
to rattle to a single note
and thus
lay the wish down

That was great. Somelines in there were especially amazing... "every manage to be ambidextrous in their enterprise" was brilliant. Nice work.

[I]it couldn't be the halted Chinese army
nor could any one poet/activist/thinking biped
every manage to be ambidextrous in their enterprise
or allow the dissonant chains
to rattle to a single note
and thus
lay the wish down[/I]

I thought that was rather awesome.