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| this page is where i get to make some recommendations - it's a place you can check out when you're looking for an interesting book to read or a good movie to watch. these are just my opinions, but perhaps you'll enjoy these too |
| IF YOU WANT TO READ BEAT POETRY TRY... |
| The Happy Birthday of Death - Gregory Corso Elegiac Feelings American - Gregory Corso September Blackberries - Michael McClure Solitudes Crowded With Loneliness - Bob Kaufman The Secret Meaning of Things - Lawrence Ferlinghetti Howl and Other Poems - Allen Ginsberg Kaddish and Other Poems - Allen Ginsberg |
| IF YOU WANT TO READ BEAT NOVELS TRY... |
| On the Road - Jack Kerouac The Dharma Bums - Jack Kerouac The Subterraneans - Jack Kerouac Junky - William Burroughs Naked Lunch - WIlliam Burroughs |
| IF YOU WANT TO READ NOVELS ABOUT DRUG CULTURE TRY... |
| Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter S. Thompson Naked Lunch - William Burroughs Junky - William Burroughs |
| IF YOU WANT TO READ WRITING BY MUSICIANS TRY... |
| Tarantula - Bob Dylan |
| IF YOU WANT TO READ ABOUT THE NATURE OF LOVE AND RELATIONSHIPS TRY... |
| A Spy in the House of Love - Anais Nin Children of the Albatross - Anais Nin Tender is the Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald The Ballad of the Sad Cafe - Carson McCullers Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte The Beautiful and Damned - F. Scott Fitzgerald |
| "They had many fine times together, fine talks between the loves of the white nights, but always when he turned away from her into himself he left her holding Nothing in her hands and staring at it, calling it many names, not knowing it was only the hope that he would come back soon" - Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald |
| "Look down at my filthy trousers, haven't been changed in months...The days glide by strung on a syringe with a long thread of blood...I am forgetting sex and all sharp pleasures of the body - a grey, junk-bound ghost. The Spanish boys call me El Hombre Invisible - the Invisible Man..." - Naked Lunch, William Burroughs |
| "I am Heathcliff- he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being." - Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte |