Jack's grave on April 13, 2022
Each year I try to opine about Jack Kerouac's death on this date, October 21, in 1969 at the young age of 47. So much has been said already that it becomes hard to find new words with which to remember the person without whose life this blog would not exist, nor would my book, The Beat Handbook: 100 Days of Kerouactions.
So I owe that guy a lot, for a lifetime-and-then-some's worth of reading, for friends made, for opportunities given and taken.
Given his love for the world -- as evidenced in his writing -- I wonder what Jack would have thought of the situation we are in, with half the country hating the other half. We can only guess, but what I'm sure of is that, were he still around, he would shake his head at all the hate.
Someone famous guy with long hair and a beard once said, "Love one another." Keeping in mind that the hardest people to love are the ones who need it the most, I think we need to get back to the garden on this one or we're fucked as a species.
Enough for today. We remember you, Jack Kerouac. RIP.
P.S. For past musings on or about this date, see my blog post from three years past HERE.
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After all this time, all the wars, all the hatred... I'm pretty sure we're fucked as a species. We can't seem to figure out that we're just one of many species on our one and only beautiful earth. Yes, we may look different from each other, but we're all one.
ReplyDeleteI think Jack knew. May he rest in peace.