Beat Beat Beat it Uuuuuuuupppppppp!

I wish I lived during the Beat Generation in the 50s, that way I could have been a full-fledged, die-hard, extreme, crazily ardent, intractable, frantic bohemian, free-spirited beatnik.

They dabbled in drugs, booze, were fluid and experimental in their sexuality, explored a myriad of religions and were all-around radical, delightfully self-indulgent hedonistic and spontaneous bohemians living their lives in search of self-gratification and pleasurable, unique experiences. 

Yes, it's sickening that I have yet to read "On the Road", which is essentially the foundation for the Beat Generation. It's next on my list though, no worries. Jack Kerouac was one slick, liberated dude.

Which of course means I'm going to have to get around to Ginsberg's "Howl" and Burrough's "Naked Lunch." Gah! So many books to read, so little time! I wish I could just read whatever all day and then naturally, babble on my blog all day about it, in addition to my contemplations.

They were fervently passionate non-conformists and trailblazing creative minds who were merry, fun-loving carousers who lived in the moment and extracted as much out of life that is humanely possible. Every last drop. Some of the most creative souls who ever lived were beatniks. Ingenious pioneers in the arts who thought so far outside of the box that they were so easily misunderstood. Totally my cup of tea. I long to revive the Beat Generation...and partake in that wonderful, chaotic mayhem! Well I supposed we have the Hipster Generation now. But I firmly believe that's a hell of a lot of posers. Alleged writers, musicians, and other artists. If you live a supposed cosmopolitan life in NYC for instance, some people instantly think you're a hipster. The qualifications for being a hideous poser of a hipster: live in a U.S. city, whether it's Des Moines or NYC you're good. Rock skinny jeans. Wear Risky Business sunglasses. Have an unkempt, frazzled appearance. Wear leggings. Big sweaters. Lipstick. Vibrant, busy hoodies. Don some Vans or Tom's. Or tall boots. Have at least one tattoo. Have at least one piercing aside from your ears. And the list goes on and on. . . 
To be continued.
CHEZZA!