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afrenziedmess:

Allen Ginsberg’s final poem, “Things I’ll not Do”, written shortly before he died.

I’m kind of weirdly crazy about beat poets, so that’s probably why this is so interesting to me. Allen Ginsberg was always so focused on embracing inner chaos and breaking through standards and roles that all of us are shackled by. But his writing almost has an element of desperation beneath the “freeing” nature of beat poetry. It’s like he’s almost still trapped despite his attempts to break free.

And something about this last poem, hastily written before his death about all the things his fatally ill body won’t ever be able to do, makes me think about how defeated he must have felt, having lived a life fighting the world around him through words and ideas, only to be completely terminated by inevitable fate, something that none of us, despite all the words and ideas we might have, can ever escape.

SORRY it’s almost 3am, and 3am is my beat poetry time. I promise I’m not trying to be elitist.. obviously not, because that whole thing was basically a giant run on sentence.. I’m just a beat poet fangirl, and I kind of wanted to share my 3am beat poetry thoughts.

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parkerhurley:

"Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it." #margaretatwood My favorite from @vangephoto #wetheurbanmag #caseyvange #parkerhurley #photography #artiseverywhere #wateriskey

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“ You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in. ”

—    Nick Hornby, How to Be Good (via penseesduchoeur)

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neatshinyfolk:

One of my favorite things about portraiture — aside from meeting new people and learning cool things about them — is getting to my catch after however long, and seeing that someone was giving me that look like they know something that no one else does. Tickles me relentlessly. 

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“ So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what. ”

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Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.

Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.

Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”

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"Resistance heroine who led 7,000 men against the Nazis," The Independent. (via madelinecoleman)

"strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands"

"too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements"

"don’t give me that French shit."

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“ One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me? ”

—    Steve Maraboli  (via t-h-e-w-i-l-d-ones)

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