It's so good to see a post here and hear you reading from The Dharma Bums. Hope your journey has been wonderful in all ways. Looking forward to more views of your trip.
I went to Jack's grave after a night of debauchery in Boston. This was 1985. We drove to Lowell from the Combat Zone in Boston. Got there at dawn. I puked and my puke was the pink color of the dawn. Nobody knew of Kerouac! We must have asked 25 people before a waitress in the town knew.
So we went. We drank upon Ti Jean's grave. We pissed. We smoked. We read poems. This was before Dylan's visit to the grave with Ginsberg in that horrible Renaldo and Clara flick. It wasn't that long ago but it is startling to think that now On the Road is what my daughter is reading in high school.
It's so good to see a post here and hear you reading from The Dharma Bums. Hope your journey has been wonderful in all ways. Looking forward to more views of your trip.
ReplyDeleteI went to Jack's grave after a night of debauchery in Boston. This was 1985. We drove to Lowell from the Combat Zone in Boston. Got there at dawn. I puked and my puke was the pink color of the dawn. Nobody knew of Kerouac! We must have asked 25 people before a waitress in the town knew.
ReplyDeleteSo we went. We drank upon Ti Jean's grave. We pissed. We smoked. We read poems. This was before Dylan's visit to the grave with Ginsberg in that horrible Renaldo and Clara flick. It wasn't that long ago but it is startling to think that now On the Road is what my daughter is reading in high school.
Oh man, where's my comment? Pecking plastic then vamoose
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