Historias de Beatnik

I am trying to collect all my beat poetry and placing it in one collection here on Wattpad.

I wrote this at the age of 17 as a tribute to Allen Ginsberg's Howl

There's that space between your eyes and your brain, where these mad burnings just burn... You tell about it, and you're a mad man, or you're a sick man, or you're just simply no man at all, but sometimes you gotta tell it, and you gotta tell it through verse. This is a book of that verse. Burgid is a word that ties burning and frigid into a single meaning, kinda like feverish, minus the negativity. This whole book of verse is about that mad burgid feeling. That very same venomous burgid feeling that lies behind the eyes and in front of the brain.

If the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again most poems do reflect the writer... Warning: Things will probably only get weirder from here on out but you are all welcome to read on.

Poem

sempre que amanhece, um mesmo sol nos vê diferente. somos crias de nossas escolhas e geramos mudanças constantemente. mudar não é pecado. tampouco amar.

at the Trafalgar House Cafe

by Allen Ginsberg

I'm sure most have read the poem Howl by Allen Ginsberg. When I first read it, I understood it to be a lengthy and visceral description of that moment in time through his eyes. It was so captivating that I decided to do the very same with my generation. I'm not totally sure if this is appropriate on this platform but I wanted to know what anyone else besides myself thought. If you're gracious enough to read it and respond, thank you so much! If I've already lost your interest, I still hope the best for you. Anyway, here it is:

beach loneliness

troche takie smutne

Modern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the glamour of the seaside gives birth to Bel Air beauty queens.

"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then the poetry side of the Watty's contest and I have since kept it current with odds and ends. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones

Mid 1953, New York. Charles is back at the American Diner with Carol. As they, and their friends, continue their rebel lifestyle, Jim Etcher returns to cause trouble for everyone... ...As Big John vows revenge for some teenagers who stole his gas. The sequel to "American Diner" that rocks! Rated PG-13 for some violence, sex references/scenes, some coarse language, drug references, and adult themes. Warning: FOR READERS 13 YEARS AND OVER.