October –
chewing at my heart
cloudy molars
emptiness –
a single sip remains
amber bourbon
in the gutter –
remainder of her lips
cigarette buts
Linked to Carpe Diem
October 27, 2014
October –
chewing at my heart
cloudy molars
emptiness –
a single sip remains
amber bourbon
in the gutter –
remainder of her lips
cigarette buts
Linked to Carpe Diem
October 27, 2014
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
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Bjorn, Rather dark and sad but well written. It paints a definite picture. 🙂 — Suzanne
Ah… you should see what late October and November is here … 🙂
Pity I can’t paste an image into this comment box. It is of Kerouac’s ‘On the Road’: A continuous typescript scroll of The Seminal Beat Generation Novel, On The Road (1951). A novel that is an artist’s book as well. The Beats did try and break the mold and often succeeded. Thanks for the link to my post to lq week.
Personally I never got through On the Road.. lately I have been more interested in Ginsberg from the beat generation.. but I like the image of modernity… if we just had the same courage to evolve further… I tried myself in using Ginsberg’s version of American Sentences in haibun, and found that a synthesis like this worked very well… If I had the energy it would be in a book someday…
Do the book. The stuff is written. It’s the collecting it into a bundle that’s the chore, I think. Get help with it. I’ve never even tried reading On the Road. Had my fill with Howl (Ginsberg) and recently did Naked Lunch by Burroughs. They lived rough lives and I can’t take much of it at a time.
I prefer listening to Howl actually.. there are some excellent recordings… Maybe I’ll revisit the book again…
I’ll try and find one. 🙂
the first two lines of that last one…relating her lips to the gutter….very cool….font let october chew you too long…smiles.
Definitely channeled Jack Kerouac in this. Well done.
Great series … you really caught the spirit of kerouac!
GREAT!
Winter moods as darkness descends, lovely poem. A typo in the last line – should be ‘cigarette butts’
I agree with you – I tended to prefer Ginsberg, usually; especially Kaddish. And I loved some of your images here:
“cloudy molars”
“remainder of her lips”
Excellent!