Say what you will about the Beat writers...it would be fun and stimulating to be part of a literary group of drunks and sexual deviants wandering around the country writing.
I just read Howl out loud to myself while pacing across my living room. Something about it makes me feel reckless and alive.
Thoughts on the Beats and their body of work between 1948-1959.
>wanting to be a rootless cosmopolitan degenerate
Go be a sex tourist in South East Asia I guess. The Beat writers did their tikkun olam with child prostitutions in Mexico, but Thailand & the Phillipines seem the modern epicentre.
How about the work itself?
This is where it ends up, shiting yourself in a taxi on the way to the old people's home.
It's hilarious that Veeky Forums loves Pynchon but hates the Beats for some reason and they don't even seem to be aware they were one of the biggest influences on his writing.
>loves Pynchon but
Who?
The difference is that Pynchon is actually pretty good.
The arrogance of someone who has clearly never achieved anything literary in his life to denounce an entire movement that influenced countless writers is hilarious considering where you are.
Be a pedophile jew and act like a magnet for crappy wannabe writers who are willing to promote your tribe's iconoclastic agenda by writing about doing drugs, chillaxing with hip jazz niggers, and glorifying hedonistic pursuits that other members of your tribe will then enshrine in literary culture for goyish kids who will emulate that degenerate lifestyle and ultimately be less of a threat to your tribe because they had no direction or ambition.
Well, I'm glad to have made you laugh, however, I doubt any accomplishments as an individual can define the validity of one's criticism of what is essentially a pissing party of opinion.
I don't like the beats, not because they're particularly trash, but that they were merely a precursor for a style of literature that I find enjoyable. I don't have to consider them great because their scions were far greater than their source. But you can remain bitter, calling things that frustrate you "hilarious" all you like. No one here will stop you.