When I started working on
The Beat on Ruby’s Street I wanted to begin each chapter with a quote from a
Beat Generation poet or writer. I hoped the quotes would shed some light on the
action in the chapter, but I mostly wanted to flavor Ruby’s story with the
artistic voices she would have heard in Greenwich Village in 1958.
I ended up taking out the
quotes, but now and again I take them out to remember what people were saying
and writing. I wanted to share a few of my favorites today with you, to see if
you have any favorites you’d like to share. Drop me a line if you do.
My (arbitrarily) collected quotes from/for the Beat Generation
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones
who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous
yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
--Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“If I could just get out of the
country.
Some place where one can eat the
lotus in peace.”
--John Wieners, The Acts of Youth
“and so I
walked silently
shrugging
off hands in treacherous places”
--Joanne
Kyger, The Maze
“the war
is the war for the human imagination
and no
one can fight it but you”
--Diane
Di Prima, Rant
“Upon the shore I found a strange yet
beautiful food
I asked the sea if I could eat it and the sea
said that I could”
--Gregory Corso, Sea Chanty
“To
see people aware & kind
at
ease and contain’d of wonder
like
the dreams of the blind”
--Gregory Corso, For Homer
“Where is
she? That she moves without light.
Even in
our halls.”
--Amiri Baraka, Crow Jane
“There is another world above
this one; or outside of this one;
the way to it is
through the smoke of this one”
--Gary Snyder,
Through the Smoke Hole
“I had no place to
go
and I went there
fast and slow.”
--Charles Bukowski, My Father
“I
want no more than home.”
--Robert
Creeley, Goodbye
“looking for a bus to ride us back home to
Eternity
where the heart was left and farewell tears
began.”
--Allen Ginsberg, In the Baggage Room at Greyhound
“Bombs in the middle
Of my emotions
My father’s sound
My mother’s sound,
Is love, Is life.”
--Bob Kaufman, O-Jazz-O
“These things we depend on, they
disappear”
--Louise Gluck, The Night Migrations
Is this where, what, why
love, loving—all this time?”
--Elise Cowan, Did
I Go Mad…
“What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed
open their skulls
and ate up their brains and imaginations?”
--Allen Ginsberg, Howl
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