tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259386991508935093.post8542171807870452496..comments2024-03-24T12:14:08.296-04:00Comments on THE DAILY BEAT: Jack Kerouac & Emily DickinsonRick Dale, author of The Beat Handbookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17721559977431022390noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259386991508935093.post-76149172084999853232008-12-04T10:09:00.000-05:002008-12-04T10:09:00.000-05:00Fellow bloggers, heed this post: it is way beat! S...Fellow bloggers, heed this post: it is way beat! Stiff competition for December!Rick Dale, author of The Beat Handbookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17721559977431022390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259386991508935093.post-9784039612505278612008-12-04T03:20:00.000-05:002008-12-04T03:20:00.000-05:00Great to land up on your BLog. I been wanting to r...Great to land up on your BLog. I been wanting to read much about Beat. A poem i wrote imagining Jack and Ginsberg in my hometown :<BR/><BR/>Welcome Jack<BR/>Welcome Allen<BR/>welcome to our valley<BR/>we are the children of kangleipak<BR/>we rule the valley day and night in our poetry<BR/>Please forget your old Whitman<BR/>here you wont hear America singing.<BR/>All we have here is Thangjam Ibopishak<BR/>who wants to die with an Indian bullet<BR/>and some odd poets<BR/>who believe Loktak Lake is an ultimate poem<BR/><BR/>We got hundred scrolls of poems<BR/>which were never read by any one<BR/>Lets recite it in the army camp<BR/>lets play Jazz in their jukebox<BR/>lets drive my father's new car<BR/>on the highway #53<BR/>along the highway #39<BR/>from Ukhrul to Moreh<BR/>from Imphal to Tamenglong<BR/>from CCpur to Nambol<BR/>from Sekmai to Mao<BR/>This is how we dream to celebrate Manipur<BR/><BR/>Lets smoke all the marijuana plants<BR/>growing on the bank of Kongba river<BR/>Lets wear the tricolor flag<BR/>around our waist with no underwear<BR/>underneath it<BR/>Lets have sex with the mountains<BR/>Lets kiss the sky and cry with laughter<BR/>Lets see how the soldiers masturbate<BR/>with the ak47 slinging on their shoulder<BR/>lets write a story<BR/>that runs faster than 1400 miles per hour<BR/>and lets carve it on the mountainsRonid Aka Akhuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10365199697227406451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259386991508935093.post-25493452789555084402008-12-03T11:28:00.000-05:002008-12-03T11:28:00.000-05:00Love that poem! Hey, they grew up only about 100 ...Love that poem! Hey, they grew up only about 100 miles and a 100 years from each other.Crystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13823638034018430190noreply@blogger.com