#angelhead

[bbuggs]

some wips

[tibbons]

One year since I last saw them

Oh boy do I miss them.

[orpheuslament]

A Café in Belleville, Dante Émile

[0junemeatcleaver0]

𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔭𝔰*

*note: these do not include works that I have on hiatus

Angelheaded || Marius/Armand || NC17 || AU

Andrei is a young sheltered runaway, escaping an unhappy home. He meets a mysterious biker gang who agree to pick him up. What could go wrong?

Yes, I swear I'm still working on this, I promise, don't hate me, etc.

Carnivorous Lamb || Marius/Armand || NC17 || Canon Divergent

What if instead of rescuing Amadeo from a brothel and bringing him on board to be an artist's apprentice, Marius brings him home to another more upscale brothel?

I had this idea, like, a year and a half ago. Finally writing on it some. Still trying to decide how long it'll be; I'll get there eventually.

Cry Mercy || Pandora/Marius || NC17 || Post-canon

Dubcon filth surrounding Marius' mommy issues.

That's it. That's all it is.

The Censor || Pandora/Flavius, Marius || NC17 || Canon Divergent

Psychosexual thriller where Pandora and Flavius are a married couple who Marius (a Roman censor) becomes obsessed with.

The research for my latest meta led me down a rabbit hole and now here we are lol

[enchantedvistas]

[stillunusual]

Angelheaded Hipster: The Songs Of Marc Bolan And T Rex @ Home, Manchester 1/10/2023

Music week - day 1, part 1....

[tygerland]

". . . angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night . . ."

Allen Ginsberg from Howl, 1955.

[lets-get-lit]

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by  madness, starving hysterical naked,  dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn  looking for an angry fix,  angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly  connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,  who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat  up smoking in the supernatural darkness of  cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities  contemplating jazz,  who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and  saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,  who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes  hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy  among the scholars of war,  

- Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems

[nostalgicacademia]

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night [...]”

—  Howl by Allen Ginsberg 

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

Jack Kerouac: Angelheaded Hipster (1996) by Steve Turner, p. 117

[cherrycherryja]

My favorite beat poems and why I love it:

Read first print of Howl.

Excerpt:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

Written for his friend Solomon, Allen Ginsberg gives us a message for all the artists boarding the hot nucleus of modern society. The out laws we are, black matter.

And I'd just like to add that here he uses a long stroke form, using breath as a meter to measure the length of the sentence. It gives almost a holistic and monk like madness to it. This religious pathway to Dharma. It's this sort of thing which amuses me - art and god. To self hood. Me. The epitome of my existence and therefor all.

[orpheuslament]

me: i think this sentence is already too long

the tiny allen ginsberg that lives inside my head: add another adjective

[0junemeatcleaver0]

𝖈𝖆𝖎𝖓 & 𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 || 𝔬𝔠𝔱-𝔡𝔢𝔠, 1990

He’s crying now and it hurts to cry--the tears too hot in his blackened right eye. Wobbling up to a car parked on the street, Armand gives himself another look in the side view mirror. It’s already beginning to purple and swell. Ugly, ugly, ugly. Armand sniffles. He realizes he still has the roll of toilet paper in his hand and breaks some off, blowing his nose. What was that thing Alya used to say to him whenever he’d do something stupid or naive? Good thing you’re pretty, Andrei. It had been nice, being pretty. Got him out of as many scrapes as it got him into sometimes. Caught Marius’s eye. He knows in most people’s minds pretty equals pure--that’s why people painted Jesus so neat and clean and gentle and yes--pretty. Sometimes you got treated like an idiot for being pretty, like your ideas were useless because the face they were cooked up behind looked too ornamental to produce something of value. But if you’re pretty enough, people took your emotions seriously, at least. If he hadn’t been pretty, no one would have picked him up off the side of the road. His vulnerability would have looked like deception. A ruse. There’s a motorcycle up on the main road. He can hear it.

As Armand approaches his Sweet 16th, his mood begins to take a nose dive. Marius keeps him at arm's length, his friends are keeping secrets from him. Lashing out, Armand has the worst night of his young life. But is his worry all for naught?

[HERE]

Happy Lughnasadh, sluts. Here's 13859 words of this WIP I've not touched for months and months.

[masterdisastre]

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

Tagged by @otabekisautistic thank you for the tag!

M - Mr. Recordman, Ugly Kid Joe

A - Angelheads, The Ark

S - Se Tornerai, 883

T - Take Me To The Top, Mötley Crüe

E - Enter Sandman, Metallica

R - Rocket Man, Elton John

D - Du Växer Upp, Ola Salo

I - Il Mondo Insieme a Te, Max Pezzali

S - Seaside Rendezvous, Queen

A - Avalon, Blackmore's Night

S - Something For The Pain, Bon Jovi

T - Til I Hear It From You, Gin Blossom

R - Run To You, Whitney Houston

E - Easy Livin', Uriah Heep

And I'm tagging mmmm @loneliestmuffin @doitcody @ibovaryyou @endreal @gelataisa @puppy-barkz @zoroara @notmybabies @ladyferlazzo and whoever else wants to do this because I had to check my own url, do you really expect me to remember yours correctly?

(I once sent a gorilla penis to a stranger because I wrote the wrong url, consider yourself lucky)

[departmentq]

I was tagged by @commandermeg thanks!!!

Rules: tag 10 people you want to know better

Relationship Status: Single (after determining that I'm ace-spec back in 2020, and still trying to figure out what that means)

Favorite Color: for the moment, violet/purple. Base color, olive/gray

Song Stuck in my Head: Paisaje, a tango-vals as played by Pedro Laurenz y su Orchestra Tipica

Last Song Listened to: Angelhead by Supreme Beings of Leisure

Favorite Foods: I get into moods; probably be more helpful to list foods I don't like. (Current obsession: tamales)

Last thing Googled: Black rapier prop. Helping coworker with their Gideon the Ninth cosplay.

Dream trip: Buenos Aires, for the tango and bookshops.

Tagging @beardedbookdragon @vegawriters @quasi-normalcy @warpcoreejector @iris-collects @lonestarbattleship @stra-tek @chaoticexpertstranger @space-y-disaster anyone else interested.