I felt compelled to reach out to some more LJ humans whom with I share this world... the temporal and spiritual... the mental and emotional.... creative
In recent conversations with 90% tangible, corporeal humans I have been asked a question, in various ways but the in same way (innocent and hostile), which makes me miss my native land....
"Are You from California?"
"yes, and then some".....
the userpic is my mother, circa 1967... she was an adept in advertising and a casualty of drugs. She gave me two wonderful gifts in addition to life... the passion for writing and a middle name of Neal Cassady (J.Neal Cassady C__.) which makes for an interesting conversation piece and helps me engage with others.
Does anyone know where i can find the complete essay
Dionysus and the Beat Generation: The Reemergence of the Dionysian Spirit in Contemporary Life
by William Everson online? I'd like to share the link with a few friends. I think everyone should read this essay.
Thanks in advance.
i'm so desperate that for a moment i contemplating buying one of those internet essay. my essay is late & i've barely started it. i am/was writing on the theme of madness in howl but i'm not getting ANYWHERE. everything i write is merely a retelling of what he wrote & i'm majorly lacking in analysis of the text. i need help so bad. i need some recommendations on how to analyze the theme of madness in howl or even a new thesis that would be easier to analyze. you have know idea how much any tiny bit of help will be appreciated.
I cannot see the city anymore from Jen's computer desk. I see instead the silhouette of giants who block my view. Their hands reaching for the night sky as maples in spring form. Even though I don't see the city, I still remember the winter days from a distance; their stale-air-haze and low cloud line. We could only see the tops of skyscrappers that morning as we drove for breakfast. The air tram from the hospital sunk into white obscurity as we rode the red shuttle around the cloudy shore. Without a wave it trashed and rolled, that body of molecules, skipping rocks on the surface of the sky, a high tide for morning.