the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: beatnik

we return with

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found at fern and moss

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one flower

One flower
on the cliffside
Nodding at the canyon

(poem: one flower by jack kerouac)
(photo via little lamb’s tuesday parade)
(tuesday’s song – this version of i woke up  tim buckley the show)

beatific

and a beatnik paperdoll by the awesome totally severe

the dharma

“Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, ‘God, I love you’ and looked to the sky and really meant it. ‘I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.’ To the children and the innocent it’s all the same.”

Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

Gallus gallus

daphne

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“…it seems inevitable that one is a loner being born an artist, an outsider, and it can be, and is a very rough ride at times – but then I love wild horses!”

Vali Myers , 1997

hootenany beats

judy henske once known as “the queen of the beatniks.”

hunger pains

“She was of the old beat generation that felt you had to be burning the candle both ends and dying of hunger to call yourself an artist.”

(from here )

have another listen here

she could have been a poet (or a fool)

(be still my college thesis…photos from here)

(photo of denise levertov; from here)

In Mind

There’s in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but

fair-featured and smelling of
apples or grass. She wears

a utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and she

is kind and very clean without
ostentation–

but she has
no imagination

And there’s a
turbulent moon-ridden girl

or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers

and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs
but she is not kind.

(poem by denise levertov)

a quote for the empty notebook

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“kiss me and you will see how important i am.”

                    ~sylvia plath.

my favorite accessory

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miguel, the poet,

delivers unexpected gifts and responds to my writer’s block without even knowing.

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NATSUO KIRINO, born in 1951 in Kanazawa (Ishikawa Prefecture) was an active and spirited child brought up between her two brothers, one being six years older and the other five years younger than her. Kirino’s father, being an architect, took the family to many cities, and Kirino spent her youth in Sendai, Sapporo, and finally settled in Tokyo when she was fourteen, which is where she has been residing since. Kirino showed glimpses of her talent as a writer in her early stages– she was a child with great deal of curiosity, and also a child who could completely immerse herself in her own unique world of imagination.

After completing her law degree, Kirino worked in various fields before becoming a fictional writer; including scheduling and organizing films to be shown in a movie theater, and working as an editor and writer for a magazine publication. She got married to her present husband when she turned twenty-four, and began writing professionally, after giving birth to her daughter, at age thirty. However, it was not until Kirino was forty-one that she made her major debut. Since then, she has written thirteen full-length novels and three volumes of collective short stories, which are highly acclaimed for her intriguingly intelligent plot development and character portrayal, and her unique perspective of Japanese society after the collapse of the economic bubble.

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the sweetest evidence is in bold.