BUCKET OF BLOOD

i saw this at the Whitesburg Drive-In Theater...in 9th grade.......waaaay cool.....then, in no time at all I was watching THE IMMORAL MR. TEAS......
having moved up from the giant radioactive insects and flying saucers on strings of my childhood.......now, I wanted to move to New York and become a Beatnik poet and hang with Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg.....sex was still on the back burner and the heat was turned up......and, ironically, it was Allen Ginsberg who brought me out.....I still like Corman films, but am a bit embarassed to have liked Allen's drivel......no Ferlingetti or Dylan was he.......the poet in the beginning of BUCKET was, I am sure, patterned after Ginsberg......