I ain't talking about Maynard G. Crebs, here. I'm talking about the movement that scanned the globe in the form of the Holy Beat Trinity of Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Burroughs as well as Cassady and Ferlinghetti and others. This is where thought becomes reality, and reality is demoted to a mere daydream that can be dismissed as the fleeting thought that it is.
Without further ado... The Beats...

Howl by Allen Ginsberg
A Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg
Cold Lost Marbles by William S. Burroughs
I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti