Dys, you and I be the only beats left here, I gues, Bro. Remember when the place to be was North Beach, not Haight-Ashbury? When the West Village was 'The' Village; the hippies' East Villiage was just the Lower East Side? Ahh, man, those were the days.
I met Ginsburg once. He had come to a farewell party for a colleague of mine who was being sent to Saigon (I was working for a wire service then). Ginsburg had come straight from a taping of an interview which was about to be shown on the NY ETV channel (remember ETV? pre-PBS?) . He came into the party, shushed everybody, plunked himself down in front of the TV set and spent the next hour watching himself whle the rest of us went into the kitchen to continue getting drunk and/or high.
Incredibly narcissistic.
Yes, that seems to be the consensus about the guy.
Funny though, say what you like about Bukowski, but he was the only one who had the guts, albeit drunken guts, to tell Ginsberg he never wrote anything worth a **** after Howl.

Bukowski! "To all my friends"

better then the beat writers
Prefered Gregory Corso to the always sloshed Bukowski. (and both of them over that howling loon Ginsberg.)
I'm a lexicon devil with a
battered brain
And I'm lookin' for a future-
the world's my aim
So gimme gimme your hands-
gimme gimme your minds
Gimme gimme this-gimme
gimme tha-yea-yea-t...
Who says 7:30 am is too early to listen to the Germs?
Gargamel wrote:Who says 7:30 am is too early to listen to the Germs?
I do, but that may be the grass talking.
Yeah, not exactly wake and bake music. Hmmm. "Air" would be a good band for that.
I'm going to queue up Horses and walk the dogs now.
@Gargamel,
I just watched
Patti Smith: Dream of Life a couple of weeks ago. She's an interesting character. Many contradictions, as nimh's article illustrates.