Beat Road

People who call other people assholes, generally are. - Hank Chinaski

[lottereinigerforever]

Jack Kerouac by Jerry Yulsam, Times Square, New York, 1958

[gypsyastronaut]

[lost-roads-blog]

Hugh Romney best dressed poet of beat generation

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Hugh Romney best dressed poet of beat generation

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I am going on the road again

[lexacarey]

My Own Private Idaho (1991) dir. Gus Van Sant

[nekomancrr]

– “I have no reason to believe you know my son.” – “Oh come on, man! I have his fucking name tattooed on my hand!” +

[you-belong-among-wildflowers]

[khmacleod]

Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched. —Monica Sjoo

[shannon-waves]

[purplebuddhaproject]

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[archatlas]

The Art of Eric Roux-Fontaine

French artist Eric Roux-Fontaine‘s whimsical paintings explore the enchanted worlds we tend to encounter only in our dreams. His images are layered with delicate, detailed brushwork and an abundant use of color to create scenes where figures move freely across moonscapes, structures are overtaken by lush wildlife, and tightrope walkers tower above forest grounds. The artist mixes realistic and surreal elements to forge a deep connection between our everyday world and that which is created from our fantasies.

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Allen Ginsberg’s self portrait on a day of his 70th birthday.

[orangemoons13000]

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I will never be the type to chase boys.

[hiddlescheekbones]

Frozen blood on a stick