I stumbled across an old, bad, science fiction movie. It takes place in a beatnik coffee house, and shows beatnik poets reciting (stuff that was supposed to pass for poetry?) in a rather disaffected odd way. "Art" was supposed to be happening.
I wonder if the beatnik coffee houses and poetry sessions were the predecessors for the blogs of today.
Lila
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