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Jack Kerouac

When I was a young man, a budding scribe eager to blossom white fire, and scabbed lotuses, you meant the world to me. You exposed me to velocity bop and piggyback rhythms, to applepie windowsill jazz and summerlight porchswings, to … Continue reading

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Scroll

One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.

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Jack Kerouac

The sea of white noise fathoming secret wavelengths– scribe tuned to angels.

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Memory Babe

(In honor of Jack Kerouac’s birthday, March 12th, an excerpt from my Greyhound travelogue, “Stray Passages”)    I discovered Kerouac, by chance, when I was nineteen and as a wide-eyed babe greedily suckling Kerouac’s vision-engorged tit, that  which he had … Continue reading

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Beat, Bop & Abstraction

It took place in an amnesiac haze and fury, numberless nights of lightningspeak and opiate rabble, rocketfuel and anti-freeze, bright ribbons of noise amounting to worry stones indenting the soft pink center of palms, on and on and on, fugitive … Continue reading

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Faceblock

Jack Kerouac scrolling his Facebook page– detours on the road.

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