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[monstanoodle]

Here's some rubbish from me. Please share your own ~

NSFW:

Is This The Reincarnation of The Beat Generation?

It's 12:04pm and I'm sat drinking glasses of dark rum while not really watching some idiotic program on
my laptop - It may as well not be there at all, purely for the sound to remind myself that the world is still
ticking, that there are other people all over the world doing many different things, that I'm alone but
don't feel lonely as it spits out only-just words.

The terms "Beat Generation" or "Beatniks" ended up being disliked by the circle of poets and writers of
that generation. Jack Kerouac apparently came up with the term to describe the "beaten down"
generation post WWII, where there was little work and - if you were lucky - little pay. Just enough to get
you some Tobacco, Alcohol, other drugs one wished to grab, and - if you were being sensible - some
food to eat inbetween the time you weren't on Amphetamines until you could get some more in the form
of Benzedrine.

Fuck, I wish such Amphetamine obtainers were around today. Getting any Amphetamines today are a
rare treat and, even then, it's likely not an Amphetamine. It's probably the more "truthful" drug that can
be bought these days: Cocaine for example - It's not going to be Coke. It's going to be some long-
distance molecular Aunt of an Uncle of a Brother of Cocaine, mixed with Caffeine or some shit.

Anyway...
I'm in the UK and there are fuck all jobs out there, so people end up going to the dole. Pretending to try
find work while spending their dole on drugs of any assortment.
I'm not one of those people, but I'm close - I'm, at present, "unfit to work" (declared by my GP) with a
fuck load of depression and anxienties and self-hate and - since I was a 16 year old - felt like I never fit
in with the way society expects you to act. To make money to buy objects to put into a house.

A house in some city and go to work to do something that is completely meaningless to your thoughts
and ideas.
That hampers your creative endeavours, makes you feel like there's absolutely no point in what you're
doing artisticly. Be it writing, of novels, of poetry. Be it painting or drawing or purely sketching in a
notebook. Be it making music in an analogue or digital manner - Guitars, Basses, Drums, Pianos et. al.
or purely a laptop and a piece of software with some samples to create "Electronic Music".

Be it a mixture of every artistic pigeonholed shit that makes you feel alive. That makes you feel like
you're doing something important. Something that will open your eyes and make you feel like you're
making a difference...

So many people of the Beat Generation in the 50's to late 60's created amazing art. Art that influenced
other like-minded people to create their own. That challenged the 1st amendment and all of law. Allen
Ginsberg's most popular piece of poetry "Howl", when Lenny Bruce was getting arrested until the
themes of his stage-time were the injustice of having some idiotic law that could get him in between bars
for saying "cocksucker"!

People walking out because they wanted him to talk about "Tits and Ass", when he was talking about
subjects SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT! The freedom to say what he wished when he wished.

So let's look at us today in early 2013...
There are little jobs, there's little pay, and the cost of living is just going up and up and fucking up.
Single parents having to work 3 jobs to make sure they can make enough cash to keep the gas and
lights and electricity of all sorts on, while their child is being looked after by their Mothers or Fathers, or
baby-sitters - Which cost more money, so they have to work more.
There's a generation that are thriving with art and music, with street art, with the lone purple dressed
saxophonist that you walk past, soothing your mind after having a big hallucinogenic trip and feeling
like they and you are the only two people standing in the same place on the same wavelength.

The outcasts of society, hiding away from the rest of the "respectable society" in a post-drugged brain
made of cotton wool.
People coming together at raves to heavy basslines, making your chest and trousers vibrate and there
being no hostility in the whole building - "Nicing up the dance" as Papa Michigan and General Smiley
would say.

Just like the parties held back in the time of the "Beats" - Love, music, drugs and interaction.
Meeting people you never would have otherwise, all different people of different creeds, colours and
minds (like that fucking matters) and coming together to enjoy those singular moments as they pass
and pass and pass and you just accept it and love it and feel it's warm nature.
Accepted. Period.

Just something I typed up moments ago...

 

[RLP]

Everything I've had published is copied and pasta'd into my blog posts on here.

 

[knock]

I sometimes sit down to write my book and usually end up with two paragraphs of shite. I could look something out...


Ah here we are: toast!

Spoiler: toast

On toasted factory-cut slices of bread, I smeared too much margarine. It leaked out the backside and pooled on the counter. I wiped it away with a paper towel as I chewed the toast, which I washed down with chocolate-flavour soya drink. It was late but I didn't really have anything to do so I sat and listened to the radio for a while, naked, stretching my neck and scratching. I had slept since early that morning. It was too hot but I didn't open the window.

After showering I went out. It was midsummer 10pm twilight and everything felt good. The street lights had started coming on but they were unnecessary. There was a light breeze and little traffic; it was quiet. I walked north, towards the shore. The sky to the west was a brilliant orange. It was good, just not thinking.

typical night in the life of knock. I'm getting all nostalgic

 

[monstanoodle]

Oh jeez Knock! I was just about to get into your chapter on Toast! I knew I shouldn't have gone "fuck it - what harm can the spoiler do?"
~

It's weird - I'm finding myself writing more than I am making music at the moment. And I've never been one who writes - Even tried to keep an e-journal at times but my life is so bland (the blandest thing on the menuuuu!) that there's no point in that.
And I've drive to make music but.... I dunno... I need a switch-up or something.