Ben Foster did not look as handsome as these pictures of him in the movie Kill Your Darlings. In the movie, he looked stiff and acted weird and frankly, I didn't quite get what made his character special. To think he was playing a real person!
Anyway, his character is not central to the story but William Burroughs as the writer plays a key role in implementing a revolution in poetry and novel writing in 20th century America, along with Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg.
I did look for photos of the poet and novelist Jack Kerouac and he does look as handsome as Jack Huston, the actor that plays him in the movie Kill Your Darlings! I am now a fan of him since he really looks dashing and daring and kind of an in control guy! I love that type of man!
Dane DeHaan looks angelic onscreen and he's perfect for the role of Lucien Carr, whom he resembles. He needs to look that way since Lucien's past needed that angelic look to make it believable in the story.
The son of Lucien Carr, one of my favorite writers, Caleb Carr disputes what the movie says though about his Dad and I believe him. Lucien married twice and had three children so he was most likely heterosexual who was being harassed by David Kammerer, the alleged pedophile.
Dane does a great job portraying his role and I love the way he and Daniel kissed! It was tender and looked like they really liked each other!
This post is for those who like Daniel Radcliffe and poems about sex.
Thanks to Daniel Radcliffe and his brave performance as the openly gay and celebrated 20th century poet Allen Ginsberg in the movie Kiss Your Darlings, I ended up reading poetry on a Friday night!
Just read this brazen excerpt from his award-winning poem, Howl, and I can't believe it was written in 1955! It actually made me blush!
The 'who' here refers to "the best minds of my generation" and "angelheaded hipsters".
"who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom"
Now that's how someone should passionately write poems about sex!
