Jack Kerouac died 43 years ago today on 21st October 2012
I haven’t seen the new movie of On The Road yet, and probably won’t any time soon. I’d rather remember the books and the poems as they were.
Here’s a flavour of the man.
On Tears
Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting down In dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—
Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch!
Jack Kerouac
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Visceral reality, Brian; wouldn’t mind seeing the film.
Reviews have been mixed James from what I can see – I think there’s an inherent difficulty in filming a subjective narrative