On the 5th Anniversary of the Death of Hunter S. Thompson

On February 20, 2005, Hunter S. Thompson shot himself and ended thirty-five years of Gonzo journalism. There never was another Gonzo journalist and there never will be. It was a one man genre. And likewise, there will never be another HST. He was utterly unique. In fact, “unique” is perhaps too weak a word… He was a freak, an atavistic freak. His literary influences were numerous, yet he was always an original. Thompson grew up...

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The Beat Generation and Travel
Feb17

The Beat Generation and Travel

More so than any other literary movement, the Beats have influenced the world of travel and have helped shape our perceptions of the world around us. From obvious influences on hitch-hiking to more serious questions relating to the environment, Beat Generation literature and history has played a major role influencing people over the past fifty years. We often look to Jack Kerouac as the great backpacker, whose On the Road is credited...

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Sisters

by Alene Lee Catherine was sick. They were going to put her in a hospital. The doctor thought electric shock would be advisable. Alene recoiled. The third one. The last of her sisters.  The most vibrant, the one who danced like a LaChaise woman, the one who had loved the most… why must they kill the ones who really live? She remembered way back. Alene and Catherine had both belonged to the band. The Memorial Day Parade, with the...

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Finding Alene

Finding Alene–Excerpts by Christina Diamente There is of course no definitive way of knowing a woman who has been dead for almost two decades. Knowing and understanding her in life was equally complicated. Nineteen years after her death, Alene lives only now in Kerouac’s book The Subterraneans, in the fading memories of the few people, still alive, who knew her, and in the faded, disintegrating letters and journal entries she...

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Walking With the Barefoot Beat: Alene Lee

“walking with the barefoot beat” by Christina Diamente No girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering And so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell And the hell the self-same streets I’d roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her The Subterraneans, p.50 Jack Kerouac wrote the lines above about the main character in his book The Subterraneans—Mardou Fox. Mardou Fox was Jack...

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From the Desk of Edaurdo Jones

Thanks to our Art Director, Mr. Edaurdo Jones, for this photo… If anyone else has a photo of Beatdom at their cluttered desk, I’d love to see...

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Kyle Chase Poems

Please excuse WordPress’s inability to adequately format poetry… For better versions of these poems, please consult Beatdom’s fifth issue, available free through www.cityofrecovery.com. At the clinic I wait anxiously, stuffed into a cramped eight-seat waiting room that everybody calls “the queue” sitting between a stone-faced gangster and a mother who won’t stop barking at her three children. I wait...

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