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| Cat lover and birthday boy, Jack Kerouac |
Our literary hero, Jack Kerouac, would have turned 100 years old today. He was born March 12, 1922 in the family home at 9 Lupine Road, Lowell, Massachusetts.
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| Jack Kerouac's birthplace: 9 Lupine Road in Lowell, MA (c) 2011 Rick Dale |
Given that this blog is singularly Kerouac-focused, it's difficult to say much about Jack that we haven't said over the past 14 years of this blog's existence. Let's therefore let Jack speak for himself about the day he was born:
March 12, 1922, at five o'clock in the afternoon, in Lowell, Mass. was the day of the first thaw. I was born on the second floor of a wooden house on Lupine Road, which to this day sits on top of a hill overlooking Lakeview Avenue and the broad Merrimack River. From this house my mother, God bless her dear heart, lay listening to the distant roar of the Pawtucket Falls a mile away; she has told me all this. Besides of which it was a strange afternoon, red as fire; "noisy with a lyrical thaw," as I said in my fictions of the past, and that is to say the snow was melting so fast you could hear it in a million small streams under the vast snowy banksides crumbling just a little in their middles from the weight of the moisture. Pines dripped like the seasonal maple, made gum and gummy firsmells in the air. Great shoulders of snow dropped precipitous from their bleak wood. These descriptions are necessary at this point, for the following reason. (December 28, 1950 letter to Neal Cassady, Jack Kerouac: Selected Letters 1940-1956, 1995, Penguin Books, pp. 248-249)
Jack goes on about his birth -- I encourage you to look up this letter and read it in its entirety.
For those who have read this far, here is a special offer in honor of our hero. If you are the first one to comment on this post with the number 100 in your comment, I will send you a signed copy of The Beat Handbook free of charge. The winner will need to provide me with a snail mail address.
Happy 100th birthday in heaven, Jack.
3 comments:
I loved reading this and being reminded that today is Jack Kerouac's 100 th birthday. We will raise our wine glasses in his honor tonight. And we will shout Happy Birthday out into the universe, Ah, Jack, 100 years later, and you are remembered and loved.
NewRobin13, you win a copy of my book! I will shoot you an e-mail with details. Congrats!
Happy birthday, Jack. I think about you often.
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