Any Beatniks Still Out There ?

Question

I know the chances of anyone answering this question might be slim...maybe even zero -- but If any of you were in your prime during that era, and partook in the great literary San Fransisco Renaissance of the 50s (City Lights Bookstore) or the great Greenwich village beat scene?

Please come forward ... and receive your laurels ...

I will leave this question pending for months if I have to ... mmmhmmmhmm... *tapping fingernails on desk*

If you happen to think this is a good question, and just want to star it -- that would be great! Flag more attention to it please-- thank you!

Thanks Paul Stanley look-a-like!

Thank you Jackie- Oh! for helping me embark on this journey

Answer 1

Well, had I been born, it would have been something I would surely have loved as I am a huge bibliophile.

Answer 2

Oh ---I had to be a beatnik in ---well incognito, my folks would have killed me , they hated anything to do with the 'beat scene'
I would dearly love to have my old leather,fringed vest and some ratty ol---wait a minute , that sounds like my Granddaughters !

Answer 3

Dove

my silence sings/mon silence chante, my love sprout
wings/mon amour bourgeonné d'ailes, became the
sun/devint le soleil & flew into a fuse/s'envola et se
fondit/ because my blood is fire/parce que mon sang
est feu/ the guff is empty/le trompie est vide, my
tears became the rain/mes larmes se transformèrent en
pluie, my thoughts the air/mes pensées en air,
dissolved in earth/dissoutes-dans la terre, still
rooted there/encore enracinées là , my simple
fears/mes simples peurs, turned into the
thorns/devinrent des épines brodées , the
bougainvillea climbs/la bougainville monte , a trellis
to this solitude/un treillis vers cette solitude, my
legacy a drafty garret/mon héritage: un grenier à
courrants d âir, my laughter all became the
clouds/tout mon rire devint les nuages , my need
changed from stars/mon besoin changea les étoiles ,
into some angry cup of ashes/dans une tasse de
cendres fâchées , & my smile became a coffin
shroud/mon sourire se convertit en un drap de cerceuil
, my questions all the answers/mes questions: toutes
les réponsemy silence sings/mon silence chante, my
love sprout wings/mon amour bourgeonné d'ailes, became
the sun/devint le soleil & flew into a fuse/s'envola
et se fondit/ because my blood is fire/parce que mon
sang est feu/ the guff is empty/le trompie est vide,
my tears became the rain/mes larmes se transformèrent
en pluie, my thoughts the air/mes pensées en air,
dissolved in earth/dissoutes-dans la terre, still
rooted there/encore enracinées là , my simple
fears/mes simples peurs, turned into the
thorns/devinrent des épines brodées , the
bougainvillea climbs/la bougainville monte , a trellis
to this solitude/un treillis vers cette solitude, my
legacy a drafty garret/mon héritage: un grenier à
courrants d âir, my laughter all became the
clouds/tout mon rire devint les nuages , my need
changed from stars/mon besoin changea les étoiles ,
into some angry cup of ashes/dans une tasse de
cendres fâchées , & my smile became a coffin
shroud/mon sourire se convertit en un drap de cerceuil
, my questions all the answers/mes questions: toutes
les réponse
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Answer 4

Just missed it. If you're looking for old drunken hippies though I'm your man.

Answer 5

i was not there but i will star it for you

Answer 6

four