The novel is dead. So’s popular music. And film. Television’s gone to the dogs. Tweeting’s on its last legs. And blogs seem be out of vogue, too. The culture moves too fast to even know what the next thing was. So I thought I’d buck the trends. Return to the blogosphere after an extended break – and doodle on whatever wrinkle at the fringes of the alternative arts, particularly if the Beat Generation has left even a trace of its DNA, catches my half-cocked eye. It may not be pretty but it may well be witty.
Why not hitch a lift?
Beatnicity…where the outer suburbs of bohemia meet the inner ring-road of the all too recent past.