Beat and post-Beat poetry along with Modernist and other antecedents, historical outlawry and individualism, free thinking, animal rights,protecting the back country against the incursions of industry and the Holy Pound, ah no way you can list these things without sounding like a pompous twat,trade unions (don't be too complacent, one day the Man will come for you in the Night, and when you shout "Quien es?" you might want to hear more than your own echo); I'm also into blogging, the internet as a means of bypassing the control of editors and publishers in the literary game, folk music, blues, country, reggae, "negative capability" (look it up, it's in Keats somewhere.)I am very fond of cows.I Am
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If there's someone in control of this drunken dumbshow I'd like to meet them. I'd love to have jammed with Elvis Presley. I wish I'd got drunk with Billy the Kid. I'd like to have been around to find out whether Garrett really did kill him, or whether he concocted the story so the Kid could get away. I'd like to have roistered through the West Indies with pirate extraordinaire Louis LeGolif, stoned out of my box on KillDevil (it's a drink, mixture of rum and gunpowder.)I'd like to have helped Ned Kelly escape. It would have been fun to hang out with Will Shakespeare and Ben Johnson I think, though undoubtedly boring as hell to spend time with Byron. I'm sure I would have been able to save Billie Holiday. I'd like to have woken up on a cold cabin morning and come out in t-shirt and shorts to find Karen Dalton cooking eggs in my kitchen. I'd like to have sat at the next table to Richard Brautigan while he got pissed with his friends. I would sell a kidney to sit all night on the phone to Frank O'Hara. I'd like to be stranded by heavy snow on a remote Scottish island with Amy Winehouse. I'd love to have met poet Harry Fainlight so I could tell him to chill out. I hope one day I will see my mother again.
Hunter S. Thompson - Aspen Sheriff Election 1970Dylan's "Albert Hall" album, "Wallflower, wallflower, won't you dance with me?/ I'm sad and lonely too," "New Morning", "Pat Garrett", "Planet Waves", "Here comes the story of Hurricane", "Sarah, O Sarah, sweet virgin angel/ Sweet love of my life", "Senor", "Infidels","Lord Protect My Child", "I saw thousands who could have overcome the darkness","Series of Dreams", PLAY F****** LOUD etc. etc. etc., a lot of Neil Young,The Band, Karen Dalton, Emmylou Harris then now and always, Elvis (head and shoulders above everybody), Lynyrd Skynyrd before the plane crash, John Coltrane, "Tequila" by the Champs, Ian Dury And The Blockheads, Amy Winehouse, Indian ragas though my Pakistani friend says that kind of thing is only liked by old people over there.
I just saw "The Big Lebowski" for the first time the other day. What genius! I also watched my first Bergman movie the day before he died: "Wild Strawberries", great 1950s road movie with surrealistic dream sequences.I like some John Ford Westerns, the less obvious Frank Capra flicks like "Lost Horizon", Henry Fonda,Sidney Lumet especially "SERPICO" though he says snotty things about Frank on the dvd, Tennessee Williams movies especially "The Fugitive Kind", Paul Newman, "A Fistful of Dollars", Peckinpah especially "JUNIOR BONNER", Eric Rohmer's "Comedies And Proverbs" series, I used to like Johnny Depp but I'm not sure anymore--what about you? Is he a great actor? Or a great comedian?
Man in a Suitcase, The Invaders, the original Randall And Hopkirk, Kung Fu, M*A*S*H*, Morecambe And Wise, Northern Exposure, Jeeves And Wooster, Roseanne, American Gothic, My Name Is Earl.
Like everything by Edward Abbey, Doug Peacock, Gary Snyder, Kingsley Amis, Ted Hughes, Louis Le Golif, Ezra Pound's "Cantos", all of Dante Alighieri, have read everything by the Beats,Philip K. Dick's amazing posthumously published work like "Puttering About In A Small Land", Brautigan for "In Watermelon Sugar", "Confederate General From Big Sur","Trout Fishing in America", and Bukowski though the time has come for people to stop copying him, Ivor Cutler the great unknown hero of the British alternative/ underground scene,Wild Bill Blackolive for "Tales Of The Texas Gang" as well as his letters and emails, t.kilgore splake, NORBERT BLEI the true father of living American Literature whose second novel, the ingeniously named SECOND NOVEL must be republished, or it will be an injustice that stains the karma of generations. Mostly I read works by living poets, best of whom is Ronald Baatz, and if you haven't heard of him your education's lacking, honey.
Kerouac and Ginzy and Gregory and Bill Burroughs and Gary Snyder and Lew Welch and Phil Whalen and Kesey and Ken Babbs and Elise Cowen and Joyce Johnson and Bob Kaufman and Frank O'Hara and Brother Brautigan of course of course of course, some things oughta go without saying, plus Edward Abbey, Bob Dylan, David Carradine, Hunter Thompson, Michael Foot, ELVIS, Louis LeGolif, Willie Nelson, GREY OWL, the real Frank Serpico,Norb Blei, Pascale Ogier was a big favourite before she died (does anybody remember her?) I visited her grave in Paris.