Frozen
in the birdbath,
A leaf.
-Jack Kerouac (formatting is slightly off since I can’t indent the second line on mobile)
This is, to my mind, a wonderful #Haiku: terse, evocative, short. At eight syllables it’s “to short” but you can’t really add anything w/o ruining it.
#haiku #poetry #poem #thebeats #beatpoetry #poetrycommunity
Frozen
in the birdbath,
A leaf.
-Jack Kerouac (formatting is slightly off since I can’t indent the second line on mobile)
This is, to my mind, a wonderful #Haiku: terse, evocative, short. At eight syllables it’s “to short” but you can’t really add anything w/o ruining it.
#haiku #poetry #poem #thebeats #beatpoetry #poetrycommunity
OPEN MIKE NIGHT
Words fall off tongues
lost to the heroin dark,
sliding serpentine
into semi-attentive ears
more concerned
with their own shadows.
Wrapped in warm, spotlight glow
and gray smoke shrouds,
muttered wisdom is given
to its captive audience
whose sentence is
a two drink minimum.
#MastoPrompt (sentence) #FreeVerse #BeatPoetry #Poetry #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity
#poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetry #beatpoetry #freeverse #MastoPrompt
I think the problem with my poetry readings back in the nineties came down to my failure to provide a sassy jazz combo to accompany my hip observances.
"What I Did Last Summer in South Texas
(Part 2)"
written Sept. 28, 1997
Senses blur and bend in the
glamorous summer haze.
Summer's lies lie thick,
thick as chocolate syrup
on some kid's melting
ice cream cone.
Heat tears it down,
burns away the summer
one day at a time;
'till,
there's no more ball games,
no backyard b-b-qs,
no more baying children
weeping over nothing more than
puddled chocolate on hot
blacktop nothing.
#FreeVerse #PoetryCommunity #BeatPoetry #SmallPoems #WritingCommunity
#writingcommunity #smallpoems #beatpoetry #poetrycommunity #freeverse
"What I Did Last Summer in South Texas
(Part 1)"
written Sept. 28, 1997
Heat,
heat of the day,
heat of the yellow dripping sun
beats down in flaming tongues
licks the wet earth dry.
Sucks the soul from those alive
leaving languid, vital corpses
strolling haphazard
through shimmering
humidity; mean-
while men
black and white struggle
against heat and head off for
cooler paradise
in search of
nothing
#FreeVerse #Poem #PoetryCommunity #Poetry #BeatPoetry #SmallPoems #WritingCommunity
#writingcommunity #smallpoems #beatpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #freeverse
Bombay and the Beats: Bridging Two Cities Through Their Poets
Saranya Subramanian on the Links Between Two Movements
"Stepping outside my home, whether in Bombay or San Francisco, is like falling down a rabbit hole; there is always so much happening, so much movement and music."
#Poetry #BeatPoetry #BombayPoetry
https://lithub.com/bombay-and-the-beats-bridging-two-cities-through-their-poets/
#poetry #beatpoetry #bombaypoetry
For #throwbackthursday, I've been thinking about re-reading one of my favorite books. #mayonnaise #poetry #beatpoetry #richardBrautigan
#throwbackthursday #mayonnaise #poetry #beatpoetry #richardbrautigan
Ok I'm done. 😵 #openai #ai #computerscience #beatpoetry #kerouac
#openai #ai #computerscience #beatpoetry #kerouac
Wenn der Postmann 3 mal klingelt...
Alle Errungenschaften der letzten alkoholinduzierten Online-Shopping-Eskalation sind währen der vergangenen Tage eingetroffen. 4 neue #Vinyl - Schätze von den Fliehenden Stürmen und 4 neue #Bücher. Nicht im Bild ist der coole FS-Merch-Turnbeutel.
Ich werf dann mal die erste Scheibe auf den Plattenteller! #FliehendeStürme #BeatPoetry #UndergroudBooks #Bücherliebe #VinylLiebe
#VinylLiebe #bucherliebe #undergroudbooks #beatpoetry #fliehendesturme #bucher #vinyl