Why do you think they. I also tried to write this into an Americanized Haiku in reference to Kerouac. To the One Who Got Away-. You are more like them than even they are. Leaving your shadow encrypted with letters. The surf erasing your footsteps before the twilight. Only a glimpse of you remains in his memory. Rooted deep in our desires.

This is my final project, an extended prose poem with quotations taken from different Beat writers and artists we have studied this quarter. However, it as a blog post sort of messed up the intended aesthetic appearance, especially the spacing. In any case, I hope you enjoy the content. A vision gleaned from the way we had heard the word, these visions of a generation. Visions of Johanna that conquer my mind, my dreams. Visions of angels conjured to fight .

All the periods were the only way I could figure out to space the lines out differently. Rigour, and relaxed alertness. Engagement as a value? Well you know,.

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Quote not yourself but the carousing rants of a sage. Excavate mysteries with attentive ears, a keen eye, and a flask in the occurrence of distress at having found nothing. Tickle it before you put your pickle in it. Allow poetry, music, film, and the arts to permeate the soul. CHARLIE SHEEN FIRED FROM TV SHOW. Give me your hands, white. Like a pigeon, brackish.