Well, sweetie, some of us sold out and became hippies. And some of us managed to preserve our integrity by accepting government grants, or writing pornographic novels. John Wieners is mad and in make-up in Buffalo, Fred Herko walked out a window, Gary Snyder is a Zen priest. You name it. Or, as my eleven-year-old daughter recently said to me, remembering the early years of her childhood: "I really miss those old days. They were hard, but they were beautiful." Things now are more like pretty. A New Age, with a bit of the baby fat still showing. Stay stoned. Diane di Prima May 1969 February Well, here I was. I stretched my legs, arching my toes and sighing just a little, so as not to waken the boy still sleeping beside me. Here I was and, I thought wryly, this is only the first of many strange apartments I'll be waking up in. The muscles of my thighs felt sore, and I passed my hand over them to feel the graininess of the dried come that was stuck to them here and there.
What do You think about Memoirs Of A Beatnik (1988)?
