I forget how free Jack K became with his thoughts … his writing .. unfettered free verse that tells it like it is … no boundaries whatsoever … simply free of rules .. allowing for pure expression… so inspirational.. a reminder of how socialization cramps our style more and more over time … Saint Jack lives on!
Yes, when you spend three years in a stuporous funk and then wake up with the DTs, a cobweb constructed in your throat, it’s not a bad idea to escape or die. The only question is how did you wind up there? And where are you escaping to? On first glance it looks like the Beats and Bukowski would pair up like Zinfandel and filet, but to my eye they are very different. As I recall Bukowski has a beef (!) with the Beats not because they rebelled against the academics in charge of literature (Bukowski liked what he liked academic or not and didn’t much care what others thought as near as I can tell). His biographer Neeli Cherkovski sheds little light here.
many thanks for all your extraordinary poems...it is a gift to have found poetic outlaws...and today this heavy poem from jack kerouac...outstanding
Bad ass Poem!
Love it! You're always digging up stuff I've never read.
I forget how free Jack K became with his thoughts … his writing .. unfettered free verse that tells it like it is … no boundaries whatsoever … simply free of rules .. allowing for pure expression… so inspirational.. a reminder of how socialization cramps our style more and more over time … Saint Jack lives on!
Yes, when you spend three years in a stuporous funk and then wake up with the DTs, a cobweb constructed in your throat, it’s not a bad idea to escape or die. The only question is how did you wind up there? And where are you escaping to? On first glance it looks like the Beats and Bukowski would pair up like Zinfandel and filet, but to my eye they are very different. As I recall Bukowski has a beef (!) with the Beats not because they rebelled against the academics in charge of literature (Bukowski liked what he liked academic or not and didn’t much care what others thought as near as I can tell). His biographer Neeli Cherkovski sheds little light here.