Beat generation

                       I'm still  in my phase to know beat generation. I read something  about  Jack Kerouac,  William Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg. I've noticed that it's like a puzzle. People are  legendary and fiction mingle  with life. It is not always possible to separate  their lives  from   the  books. Biographical  essays  talking about  adventures  in the lodgins of universities,  alcohol and  other  drugs, several  kinds of sexual liaisons,  projects, ideas, etc. Curious  to see:  life can coutain  several  books  and  books  can  touch  destinations.

                       I just read "And hippos were boiled in their tanks,"  wich  turns into  romance  the murder  of David Kammerer  by  Lucien Carr. William Burroughs and Jack Kerouac as the characters  Will Dennison  and Mike Ryko,  alternating  write  the chapters. For Lucien Carr they created Philip Tourian and for David Kammerer,  Ramsay Allen. While I was reading I felt as my  task was join loose  wires. Kinda disturbing. I never knew very well  who was talking,  Myke Ryko or Jack Kerouac ( Or rather, if the  person, if the character). sometimes  it seems that the narrative  bring us  into it,  taking us  to a way  of bars on  the  sidewalks of  New York. What  will we  find on the  next  bar?  On the next  street? Just around the corner? it may be a bit unpredictable  and  disturbing  but it  is  almost  impossible not to go. It's like a challenge  that makes  you  feel  stronger,  the tast of  life. This is mad  as poke a hornet's  nest. I think it is a bit dangerous and we need some criteria to poke the life. But I think  they should take  a  special  fun in poke  it only  to see  the hornets stirring. Sometimes  we have to hurt  ourselves  to feel more  alive or only  to see what  happens. Eating  glass  is another metaphor  meaning more or less  the same thing. Perhaps they  wanted  to live without  safeguards. Just experience.

                    "Philip  mascou bastante o seu vidro e depois engoliu com a água de Agnes. Aí Al comeu  um  pedaço também  e dei a ele um copo  d'água para ajudar a engolir. Agnes   me perguntou  se eu achava  que eles iriam  morrer,  eu disse que não, que não havia perigo se você mastigasse bastante; era como engolir um pouco de areia. Todo aquele papo de pessoas que morriam  de mascar vidro  era  boato."

                    The  whole  time  they were  dirty,  houses were  dirty,  glasses were dirty.  Peoples  were  dirting  themselves with life. It's as if they  rejected the antiseptic situations.  Life,  with its  situations  comfortable or not, easy  or difficult, painful  or pleasurable is always  life and become  infected  with,  is a way  to be authentic. While  reading I felt  piggybacking in this bold  move of  becoming  infected with life.

                  "Quando ela lhe segredou  que o marido  era traficante de drogas e mulheres, ele disse: "Meu Deus!" e apertou sua mão. "Você  é a mulher  mais corajosa  que eu já conheci."

                  Ora, acontece que o Sr. Tourian  também tinha os olhos  voltados  para  o novo mundo. Eram tantos os seus negócios que o número  de pessoas  ressentidas com ele, por motivos reais  ou imaginários, alcançava   proporções  incontroláveis. Aí  ele começou  a se meter  com um funcionário  do consulado americano. Desnecessário dizer, ele não tinha a intenção de seguir  os exaustivos  passos  recomendados   pela  lei  da  imigração americana."

                     May books do this. Indeed,  this thirst  for  experiences is very strong  in literature. But  "And hippos..."  does it all the  time  and in a special  way.  Contamination  is like a main  character. To some  extent  it is interesting.

And  the  hippos  were boiled  in their tanks

William S. Burroughs  and  Jack Kerouac