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On city bus riding on provisional tar roads layered with rain, Watching silently in my head while water roars on the windows and people in coats grumble crowdedly, And me in my thin blue jumper! Silly for such a cold day but what is there... read more »
Twin horns beat against the backdrop Twin horns dancing To their own song Twin horns color an otherwise Black night Pale street lights hug trash in the middle of the road A winos lips grab that last gulp Never enough despite being told its too... read more »
A football oval somewhere –––– long verdurous grass growing thick from good soil. By the footpath concrete, sitting, watching the ancestor of an illegal dutch immigrant, Who last week just lost it and sat on his desk upside down in a... read more »
Bickford’s washing up storm soap suds cacophony submarine night hey, Huck, pitch in Bird blew same in Harlem club all over town the pearl diving jam scrap pile plunge solos improvs sudsy scalding water wet mess best minds, best fingers, scrubbing... read more »
Jack came back at Piper’s Bar He was doing snuff with Chuck And laughing at me “I’m always here, man. I’m the other half of your heartbeat. I need you to keep me alive.” I cursed and I swore That I thought that I didn’t... read more »
This paper is a short inquiry into the quality of Jack Kerouac’s poetry. Kerouac is an American writer who has maintained an enduring hold on succeeding generations of readers through his long prose works, such as On the Road and The Dharma... read more »
It’s here, it’s here, it’s finally here!!!! That’s right, ladies and gentleman. Beatdom #12 – the CRIME issue – is now on sale. You can purchase your copy on Kindle or good old dead tree format, both from... read more »
We found this while doing some research on the Charters’ Book, “Brother-Souls:John Clellon Holmes, Jack Kerouac and the Beat Generation. It has only had 79 views so far, so enjoy something new!!! Read a review of their book and learn... read more »
Posted on Tree at Art, Poetry Fair, Silverton, OR Under a Crayola sky and a festive landscape, we walked by sea or granny smith green branches, mustard, even pumpkin, and cranberry branches. The sky was a pacific, midnight, or maybe denim blue. From... read more »
As an MFA fiction student at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University (one of the longest, most consistently-made-fun-of school names ever), I was fortunate enough to be brought face-to-face with some of the most legendary... read more »
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