#SQUADGOALS (44)

By: Katie Hennessey
November 1, 2017

One in a series of enthusiastic posts, contributed by HILOBROW friends and regulars during 2017, on the subject of our favorite squads.

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Clockwise from far right, Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso (in cap), Larry Rivers, Jack Kerouac, David Amram.

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” — Jack Kerouac

Where to begin with the Beat Generation? Brilliant drunken uncles of my youth. They’d show up on holidays in my mind, shirtless and disheveled, skipping church and swearing like sailors and dropping cigarette ashes on my mother’s crushed velvet couch. They’d sweep me up in their arms, swing me around by my elbows, trample the flowers and break the windows and set the house on fire, then do the dishes, cook an elaborate meal, write some rhythmic, insightful verse about love and loss or ecstasy and enlightenment, and catch the next ride out of town — leaving me awake and alone in my middle class bedroom, passions aflame and morals asunder, wondering how I could ever escape and if I would ever be brave enough.

They introduced me to Zen Buddhism and spiritual environmentalism, freight trains and semis, weed and wine and sex in the midwest with the migrant farm workers. They taught me to take chances, to trust the universe, to think, to live, to write like my life depended on it.

How did I miss their sexism? Their racism? Their trust fund privilege and sense of entitlement? Middle-class white boys, every last one of them, they romanticized the notion of nonconformity, blurring the lines between morality and sin as they preached a gospel of radical self discovery and hallucinogenic hedonism. Anti-intellectuals who went to Columbia. Anti-establishmentarians who listened to improvisational jazz. Kerouac and Casady, Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti, Burroughs and Snyder and Corso and Carr. Booze-drinking, darling killing, train-jumping, heart-breaking, passion-seeking, vision-questing Dharma bums. The funny thing is that Kerouac, the visionary who started it all, got to Columbia on a football scholarship. The irony is about as Beat as it gets.

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#SQUADGOALS: Annie Nocenti on THE WILD BUNCH | Alice Boone on PRETTY LITTLE LIARS | Gordon Dahlquist on BOWIE’S BAND | Rob Wringham on THE HOME GUARD | Jennifer Krasinski on WATERSHIP DOWN RABBITS | Annalee Newitz on ROBIN HOOD’S MERRY PALS | Adrienne Crew on THE BLOOMSBURY GROUP | Mark Kingwell on THE HONG KONG CAVALIERS | Adam McGovern on KAMANDI’S FAMILY | John Overholt on THE CLUB | Greg Rowland on THE VULTURE SQUADRON | Sara Ryan on BETSY, TACY & TIB | Chelsey Johnson on VI ÄR BÄST! | Brian Berger on THE JOHN FORD STOCK COMPANY | Sherri Wasserman on THE WARRIORS | Jessamyn West on FAREYNIKTE PARTIZANER ORGANIZATSYE | Josh Glenn on DADA | Matthew De Abaitua on THE TIME | Mandy Keifetz on THE FOUNDING FATHERS | William Nericcio on ZOOT SUIT PACHUCOS | Deb Chachra on FIREFLY CREW | Matthew Battles on THE ANIMAL FAMILY | Ingrid Schorr on THE HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS | Joe Alterio on THE USUAL GANG OF IDIOTS | Dan Reines on THE BREAKFAST CLUB | Rob Walker on LES TROIS INSÉPARABLES | Devin McKinney on 1975 RED SOX | Steph Burt on DAMAGE CONTROL | Elina Shatkin on THE HOLOGRAMS | Chris Spurgeon on THE ALKALI METALS | Carl Wilson on NEW YORK SCHOOL POETS | Barbara Bogaev on THE MOD SQUAD | Franklin Bruno on THE AACM | Judith Zissman on THE FUTURIANS | Mimi Zeiger on ARCHIGRAM | Jacob Mikanowski on THE RATBASTARDS | Lynn Peril on THE DALY SISTERS | Anindita Basu Sempere on MEG MURRY’S FAMILY | Libi Rose on THE ENIAC TEAM | Gary Panter on THE TRIBE OF HIPPIES | Peter Doyle on CORNEL WILDE BOYS | Ken Layne on THE MONKEY WRENCH GANG | Molly Wright Steenson on BAUHAUS | Katie Hennessey on BEAT POETS | Mimi Lipson on THE RUNAWAYS | Jordan Ellenberg on BOURBAKI | Michael Campochiaro on THE SUICIDE SQUAD | Deborah Wassertzug on THE BLOODHOUND GANG | Colin Dickey on ACÉPHALE | Douglas Wolk on SEVEN SOLDIERS OF VICTORY | David Smay on THE MYSTIC KNIGHTS OF THE OINGO BOINGO | Karinne Keithley Syers on BLACKLIPS PERFORMANCE CULT.

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  1. You captured the times. Beautifully raw, and genuinely felt. It was an exciting, dangerous, and fucked up time.

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