Thursday is named after Thor. He is thunder. Which somehow when I googled it came out Jupiter.The Romans were masters at sucking up the world as they saw it and spewing it out as Roman. I'm referencing this to Hecate's explanation of what Tuesday was about. Thor was the sky god of thunder and all that jazz.. I guess he was a friend or cohort of Mars. A Norse or Germanic concoction that according to Wiki leads back or forward to Jupiter. Maybe a simultaneous creation that reflects the ancient and modern human kind love of noise and killing everybody. Who knows but he (and I'm sure he's a he) whether you call him Thor or Jupiter is nobody you should vote for or worship, regardless of their gender.

Now on to Beatniks. I loved them passionately. They we're my past tense inspiration of a life worth living. I was way too young to be one but I dug their style, attitude and art. They carried me on to become the fool I am. So cool and detached from the 50's Betty Crocker, anti commie, sick world I grew up in. They inspired me to this day I praise them. A subgroup or nothing at all that made a dent in the way forward. Yet still they spoke out and reflected the resistance to what are all still dealing with eons later.
Full Definition of beatnik......

a person who participated in a social movement of the 1950s and early 1960s which stressed artistic self-expression and the rejection of the mores of conventional society; broadly : a usually young and artistic person who rejects the mores of conventional society

One of my favorite beatnik poets, still kicking after all these years

Lawrence Ferlinghetti from A Coney Island of the Mind

In Goya's greatest scenes we seem to see
the people of the world
exactly at the moment when
they first attained the title of
'suffering humanity'
They writhe upon the page
in a veritable rage
of adversity
Heaped up
groaning with babies and bayonets
under cement skies
in an abstract landscape of blasted trees
bent statues bats wings and beaks
slippery gibbets
cadavers and carnivorous cocks
and all the final hollering monsters
of the
'imagination of disaster'
they are so bloody real
it is as if they really still existed

And they do

Only the landscape is changed

They still are ranged along the roads
plagued by legionaires
false windmills and demented roosters

They are the same people
only further from home
on freeways fifty lanes wide
on a concrete continent
spaced with bland billboards
illustrating imbecile illusions of happiness
The scene shows fewer tumbrils
but more strung-out citizens
in painted cars
and they have strange license plates
and engines
that devour America

Eric wrote a great song called 'It's a gone world'. Even though he say's he's too old to know about beatniks.

Pictures of the gone world 11

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half so bad
if it isn't you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen
and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'

Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling

mortician

I have a tee shirt with him on it...

Those beatniks liked folk music too....or at least I thought they did? Here's Johnny...

and now for some serious Beatnik music...

So have a good day everyone .... be back later when I wake up. Meanwhile some Chet...