BENZEDRINE HIGHWAY BY CHARLES PLYMELL All hail the hi-tension streetrod master beat scribe Charles Plymell, direct from the Wichita Vortex! Plymell is the last beat generator left standing and he is back with the first ever redlivery of his first book of verse APOCALYPSE ROSE and his first novel auto-bio road tripper LAST OF THE MOCCASINS in one volume, with all-new intro by the author, new material, and original 'ROSE foreword by Allen Ginsberg. 244 pages may cause a bulge in your hip pocket, but who's counting?
A good selection of poetry and prose from Charles Plymell. For me, this filled an interesting historical niche and really contributes to an understanding of pre-hippiedom. Of course, I read it as a historical primary source or autoethnography and probably not at all in the spirit it was intended since it comes off mostly as the obscene, rarely coherent ramblings of a methed out deliriate delusionist.
Huxley's The Doors of Perception is a more coherent alternative for the same time period, but it doesn't capture the same tragic recklessness.