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winterhawk
blue/new grass festival
mandolins
pick
away, frenetically
riding
the
wave of bass
and the
movement of fiddles swirling-
i sit,
barely able to
restrain
myself
from leaping
into
the frenzy of sound.
i go
out of myself-
i am on
my feet
highland
kicking
swirling,
curling, laughing
alive
and spreading
energy,
surrounded
by
friends
i have not yet met.
blue
grass
winterhawk
new
york
farmers
wheat field
alchemized
for the moment
into a
space for love
tolerance
and
music!
no
crowd stampeeds the fence
there
*is* no fence
there
is only music
and
laughing music makers
-on the
front stage
-on the
side stage
-on the
kids=92 stage
music
being learned
celebrated
and played.
all
through the night-
i try
to lie and sleep
to the
sound
of
those
who cannot sleep-
fingers
movng
sometimes
without
volition
but
always with love
for the
music.
and
i leap
from my tent,
i dance
i laugh i sing i swirl
in
estatic sleeplesness
beneath
the ceiling of stars-
in the
tents huddled below,
i dance
with and for the
simple
joy-
and
then comes
daylight:
on the
main stage:
alison
krauss
bela
fleck
tony
triska
flat
pickers
fiddlers
too
many to name, too much
for my
soul to remember
in
detail,
i
remember
only the
holy
music
the
dance.
come
morning,
in the
aisle
i dance
in the path
by
which
all in
come and go
-to
water trucks
-to
food stands:
i go
showering
dancing
in the solar water,
i swirl
i laugh
i love
i hug
the
first person waiting outside
the
shower
naked
and happy.
i *am*
the music
i sleep
the music
i wake
to the music
i swirl
in the
sounds
of wonderment
and enchantment.
for
three days
surrounded
by music
and
not a
cop in sight
on this
private
land
this
hallowed
ground-
i dance
i swirl
i love
so much
the
lessons learned
at the
miles of aisles
created
by jerry garcia
so long
ago
and
only recently
ended.
and so
i go
where
the music is,
always:
i dance
i swirl
i *am*
music!
love!
dance!
movement!
budda
is present!
holy
holy
ground
welcoming
all.
on
sunday morning
the
gospel
train
helps us
pack up
and move out -
still
fervent
and joyful
no
division between
music
and
music
makers
and the
holy dancers-
i am
blessed.
i
dance
in holy dervish wonderment
forever.
mc 9/24
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Here is
a cross post from the Dylan news group.
I thought it would be
of
interest to the group.
____________________________cross
post ______________________________
You
Wrote:
>I
would love to see Bob do a song on this subject. Have there been
>any
direct references to him in any of Bob's songs?
Being
an avid Kerouac reader, I just finished re-reading Dharma Bums
and
throughout it I found myself highlighting words, phrases, and
ideas
that are floating all over Dylan's lyrics(having loved Kerouac
first,
I didn't realize they were there until I began to understand
Dylan).
I had to underline them all and question whether or not that
is
where they came from. I don't have my books on me, but I will look
through
them again and email you some of my ideas/theories if you
like?
I also
wonder how Dylan feels about Kerouac now. I have read in
numerous
places that Kerouac "hated" Dylan, not because of who he was
but
because he represented what Kerouac had come to hate in his last
alcohol
induced sad years. Which, according to what I have read, was
anything
slightly related to the 60's movement. IMO I don't think
Dylan
had anything to do with what Kerouac hated and maybe he would
have
enjoyed talking to him because of their (IMO) shared sarcasm,
loneliness,
and deep religious (guilty?) convictions.
What do
you all think? I would love to discuss Dylan and Kerouac.
Please
email me privately if there is no Dylan content!
thanks,
shannon
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winterhawk
blue/new grass festival
mandolins
pick
away, frenetically
riding
the
wave of bass
and the
movement of fiddles swirling-
i sit,
barely able to
restrain
from leaping
into
the frenzy of sound.
i go
out of myself-
on my
feet,
highland
kicking
swirling,
curling, laughing
alive
and spreading
energy,
surrounded
by
friends
i have not yet met.
blue grass
winterhawk
new
york
a
farmers wheat field
alchemized
for the moment
into a
space for love,
tolerance
and
music.
no
crowd stampeeds the fence
there
*is* no fence
there
is only music
and
laughing music makers
-on the
front stage
-on the
side stage
-on the
kids=92 stage
music
being learned,
celebrated
and played.
all
through the night-
i try
to lie and sleep
to the
sound
of
those
who cannot sleep-
fingers
movng
sometimes
without
volition
but
always with love
for the
music-
i leap
from my tent,
i dance
i laugh i sing i swirl
in
estatic sleeplesness
beneath
the ceiling of stars
o=92reaching
the
tents huddled below,
dancing
imbued with
simple
joy.
when
comes the
daylight:
on the
main stage:
alison
krauss
bela fleck
tony
triska
flat
pickers-
fiddlers-
too
many to name, too much
for my
mind to remember
(yet
imprinted in my soul)
in
detail,
remembering
only
the
holy
music-
the
dance.
come
morning,
in the
aisle
i dance
the path
by
which
all in
come and go
-to
water trucks
-to
food stands:
dancing.
i go
showering
dancing
in the solar water,
i swirl
i laugh
i love
i hug
the
first person waiting outside
the
shower
naked
and happy.
i *am*
the music
i sleep
the music
i wake
to music
i swirl,
in the
sounds
of
wonderment-
enchantment.
for
three days
surrounded
by music
and
not a
cop in sight
on this
private
land
this
hallowed
ground-
i dance
i
swirl,
i live
the
lessons learned
in the
miles of aisles
created
by jerry garcia
so long
ago-
recently
bereft
in life,
but not
in spirit-
and so
i go
where
the music is,
always:
i dance
i swirl
i *am*
music!
love!
dance!
movement!
budda
is present!
holy!
holy
ground
welcoming
all.
on
sunday morning
the gospel
train
helps us
pack up
and move out -
still
fervent and joyful,
no
division between
music
and
music
makers
and the
holy dancers-
i am
blessed.
i
dance
in holy dervish wonderment
forever.
mc 9/24
(or so)
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Well, I
guess a thread got started on the Dylan news group. But, since
some
here are reading OTR, I thought you might reflect on this insight.
I know
these issues have been discussed here, but this is succienct.
There
are two post, the first asking "Who Killed Jack Kerouac?" and the
response.
_______________________begin
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moosefits@WORLDNET.ATT.NETwrote:
Subject:
Who killed Jack Kerouac?
I would
love to see Bob do a song on this subject. Have there been any
direct
references to him in any of Bob's songs?
------
Howdy
moose,
Well,
there's the line
"I've
had the Mexico City Blues since the last hairpin curve"
from
"Something's Burning Baby" on Empire Burlesque (a very underrated
song
IMHO).
There's
also the scene in 'Renaldo & Clara' where Dylan and Ginsberg
visit
Kerouac's
grave.
As for
'Who killed Jack Kerouac?' I 'd have to
say it was Jack Daniel,
Jim
Beam
and old Granddad. Catholic guilt and an
unhealthy attachment to
his
mother
may have been the root problem, but Kerouac poured all that booze
himself,
sadly.
G'night
ev'rybody,
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Subject: Re: Who is Who?
nooooo! camille is carolyn and mary lou is lou ann!
that's
all i have to say right now! love you
all!
-jenn-
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Also, Randy Royal writes:
>
>
>ed dunkel- ed sanders(?)
>
> Ed
Dunkel is Ed Hinkel, not Sanders.
>
sorry.
i should definetly re-read otr now that i have a larger
understanding
of beat. thanx.
randy
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From: Arthur Nusbaum <SSASN@AOL.COM>
Subject: Re: Imploding Text ... something fun yet
serious
David:
Here is
an initial contribution to the Imploding Text:
"....death
needs time. Death needs time like a
junky needs junk. And what
does
death need time for? The answer is
soooo simple. Death needs time for
what it
kills to grow in, for Ah Pook's sweet sake, you stupid, greedy ugly
American
death sucker. Like this!...."
-William
S. Burroughs, AH POOK IS HERE AND OTHER TEXTS
First
British Edition, John Calder (Publishers) Ltd., 1979, pgs. 24-25
Regards,
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a
friend posted this on the jd salinger list (we don't stay on topic
too
much there :)
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Date: Thu, 25 Sep 1997 16:47:46 -0700
From: Malcolm Lawrence
<malcolm@wolfenet.com>
Subject: Burroughs last words
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Speaking
about people dying....and Dylan Thomas...I thought I'd pass
this on
that a friend just passed on to me.
Malcolm
----------------------------------
Last
words: At his exit, Burroughs didn't miss a beat
By
Barbara T. Roessner
Hartford
Courant
Famous
last words of the 19th century tended to be something short of
inspiring.
"Is
it the Fourth?" asked Thomas Jefferson in his final utterance on
July 3,
1826. (He died the next day.)
"Strike
the tent," said Robert E. Lee when he kicked the bucket in 1870.
By the
middle of this century, things had improved considerably. Dylan
Thomas,
after a lethal bout of drinking in a Manhattan bar in 1953,
gasped
this goodbye to the universe: "Seventeen whiskeys. A record, I
think."
And in
1977, Gary Gilmore told his firing squad: "Let's do it!"
Today,
as dusk falls on the millennium, an entirely new standard for the
ultimate
farewell appears to have been set. With his death this month at
the age
of 83, William S. Burroughs, grandfather of Beat and author of
the
infamously obscene, infamously nonlinear novel "Naked Lunch," has
done to
the convention of Last Words what his life's work did to
contemporary
American prose -- clawed it raw and left it oozing with
hilarity
and pathos and rage.
The
current issue of The New Yorker excerpts Burroughs' journal entries
(his
only recent writings) from May through the eve of his death Aug. 2.
And if
last words are a distillation of a person's short stint on Earth,
Burroughs'
was, very simply, one blazing blow against banality,
especially
that perpetrated upon the masses by politicians.
On May
25, he begins an entry: "All governments are built on lies. All
organizations
are built on lies."
Less
than a week later, he elaborates: "That vile salamander Gingrich,
squeaker
of the House, is slobbering about a drug-free America by the
year
2001. What a dreary prospect! Of course this does not include
alcohol
and tobacco, of which the consumption will soar. How can a
drug-free
state be achieved? Simple. An operation can remove the drug
receptors
from the brain. Those who refuse the operation will be
deprived
of all rights."
And
after a lifetime love affair with heroin, methadone and marijuana,
Burroughs
had these departing musings on cannabis and its effect on his
art:
"A few drags...and I can see multiple ways out and beyond. So why
all
this heat on this harmless and rewarding substance?"
Burroughs
isn't the first Beat to go out with a whole new concept in
deathbed
profundity. When Burroughs' cohort Allen Ginsberg died in
April,
Ginsberg's own last words to Burroughs were: "I thought I would
be
terrified, but I am exhilarated!"
Timothy
Leary, with whom both Ginsberg and Burroughs experimented
extensively
with LSD, bid his goodbye in May 1996 with a disyllabic
synopsis
of his beliefs, his religion, his personality, his politics and
his
attitude toward the great unknown awaiting him: "Why not?"
As the
baby boom lurches through the passages of middle age, and the
Xers
somnambulate through their first bouts with adulthood, these old
rebels,
in their dying words, say a great deal not only about
confronting
the ultimate passage, but about the living that precedes it.
In
1994, not long before his own death, Ginsberg was asked during a
student
lecture in Colorado why the Beats were suddenly inspiring a new
and
expanded audience. Listen: "Because of the sincerity of the works of
art,
the passion, the feeling of self-empowerment independent of
government,
media and social conditioning, the breaking out of the
plastic
mass into human flesh and blood, vulnerability and tenderness"
-- all
of which, he correctly pointed out, stand in raving contrast to
"20
years of the Reagan-Bush-Nixonian ugly spirit."
Conformity
is a sin in the Beat bible. Wrote Burroughs on May 31: "How
good
will it be to have total conformity? What will be left of
singularity?
And personality? And you and me?"
But the
greatest sin, perhaps, is uninterest. A numbing of the spirit,
the
psyche, the mind. The loss of the ability to feel.
The
last of Burroughs' last words, penned in a quavering scrawl, is
this:
"LOVE."
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At
08:21 PM 9/25/97 -0400, you wrote:
>Well,
I guess a thread got started on the Dylan news group. But, since
>some
here are reading OTR, I thought you might reflect on this insight.
>I
know these issues have been discussed here, but this is succienct.
>There
are two post, the first asking "Who Killed Jack Kerouac?" and the
>response.
>
>_______________________begin
cross post _________________________
>
>moosefits@WORLDNET.ATT.NETwrote:
>
>Subject:
Who killed Jack Kerouac?
>
>I
would love to see Bob do a song on this subject. Have there been any
>direct
references to him in any of Bob's songs?
>------
>Howdy
moose,
>
>Well,
there's the line
>
>"I've
had the Mexico City Blues since the last hairpin curve"
>
>from
"Something's Burning Baby" on Empire Burlesque (a very underrated
>song
>IMHO).
>
>There's
also the scene in 'Renaldo & Clara' where Dylan and Ginsberg
>visit
>Kerouac's
grave.
>
>As
for 'Who killed Jack Kerouac?' I 'd
have to say it was Jack Daniel,
>Jim
>Beam
and old Granddad. Catholic guilt and an
unhealthy attachment to
>his
>mother
may have been the root problem, but Kerouac poured all that booze
>himself,
sadly.
>
>G'night
ev'rybody,
>
>_____________________end
cross post __________________________
>--
>Bentz
>bocelts@scsn.net
>
>http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw
>
>
The
last days of Kerouac article in Esquire in 1970,
said
Jack drank Budweiser all day long.
Mike
Rice
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From: Leon Tabory
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Subject: Thanks
Hi James,
Anne
just saw your pictures on Charles' page and she is very impressed with
your
writing. She used words like breezy, unaffected, moved right along, but
maybe I
will let her tell you herself. She didn't know it was you when she
started
to tell me how much she liked the writing
Anne
Hi, hi,
hi! Thanks for the party - I really enjoyed meeting you all and
seeing
old pals again. And yes, I love your writing. It seems so
unpremeditated,
uncontrived, so naturally and spontaneously good. [In
contrast
to "writers" like myself who have to edit everything about 25 times
(no
shit, 25!) before I've killed it enough to allow anyone to read it
(except
this)]. Also enjoyed seeing pics. Thanks! xo
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winterhawk
blue/new grass festival
mandolins
pick
away, frenetically
riding
the
wave of bass
and the
movement of fiddles swirling-
i sit,
barely able to
restrain
from leaping
into
the frenzy of sound.
i go
out of myself-
on my
feet,
highland
kicking
swirling,
curling, laughing
alive
and spreading
energy,
surrounded
by
friends
i have not yet met.
blue
grass
winterhawk
new
york
a
farmers wheat field
alchemized
for the moment
into a
space for love
tolerance
and
music.
no
crowd stampeeds the fence
there
*is* no fence
there
is only music
and
laughing music makers
-on the
front stage
-on the
side stage
-on the
kids=92 stage
music
being learned
celebrated
and played.
all
through the night-
i try
to lie and sleep
to the
sound
of
those
who cannot sleep-
fingers
movng
sometimes
without
volition
but
always with love
for the
music-
i leap
from my tent,
i dance
i laugh i sing i swirl
in
estatic sleeplesness
beneath
the ceiling of stars
o=92reaching
the
tents huddled below,
dancing
imbued with
simple
joy.
and
then comes
daylight:
on the
main stage:
alison
krauss
bela
fleck
tony
triska
flat
pickers
fiddlers
too
many to name, too much
for my
soul to remember
in
detail,
i
remember
only
the
holy
music
the
dance.
come
morning,
in the
aisle
i dance
the path
by
which
all in
come and go
-to
water trucks
-to
food stands:
dancing.
i go
showering
dancing
in the solar water,
i swirl
i laugh
i love
i hug
the
first person waiting outside
the shower
naked
and happy.
i *am*
the music
i sleep
the music
i wake
to the music
i swirl
in the
sounds
of wonderment
and enchantment.
for
three days
surrounded
by music
and
not a
cop in sight
on this
private
land
this
hallowed
ground-
i dance
i swirl
i love
so much
the
lessons learned
at the
miles of aisles
created
by jerry garcia
so long
ago
and
only recently
bereft
from me.
and so
i go
where
the music is,
always:
i dance
i swirl
i *am*
music!
love!
dance!
movement!
budda
is present!
holy!
holy
ground
welcoming
all.
on
sunday morning
the
gospel
train
helps us
pack up
and move out -
still
fervent and joyful,
no
division between
music
and
music
makers
and the
holy dancers-
i am
blessed.
i
dance
in holy dervish wonderment
forever.
mc 9/24
(or so)
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(i
thank the court for your forebearance: any suggestions or criticism,
please
back channel, so i don't clog the pipeline here.
(insomnia
requires hobbies)
winterhawk
blue/new grass festival
mandolins
pick away, frenetically
riding the wave
of bass
and the movement
of fiddles
swirling-
i sit,
barely able to
restrain from leaping
into the frenzy of sound
when,
i go out of myself-
on my feet,
highland kicking
swirling,
curling, laughing,
alive
surrounded by energy,
blue grass
winterhawk
upstate
new
york
benovelent farmer=92s
newly hayed hills
alchemized
as voices
and intruments
ring out
among
berkshire
mountains
no
crowd stampeeds the fence
there *is* no fence
there is only music
and laughing music makers
-on the front stage
-on the side stage
-on the kids=92 stage
celebrating,
taught, and played
all
through the night-
al though i try to sleep
the sound
of those who do not sleep-
fingers movng
with endless love
and energy
breaks
into my dreams-
i leap
from my tent!
i dance
i laugh
i sing
i swirl!
my body
my only instrument
in estatic sleeplesness
beneath the ceiling
of
stars o=92reaching.
next
morning,
on the main stage:
alison krauss
bela fleck
david grisman,
flat pickers-
fiddlers-
guitars
and banjos
too
many to name,
yet imprinted in my soul
their holy music-
my dance.
i dance
the path
by which
all in come and go
-to water trucks
-to food stands
and portolets-
i go showering
dancing in the solar water,
swirling
and laughing,i hug
the next
person in line,
naked and happy
to be
alive.
i *am*
the music
i sleep the music
i wake to music
my body,
my instrument,
my dance.
three
whole days
surrounded by music
and not a cop in sight.
missing
the summer tours
still feeling the loss of garcia
i yet dance the lessons learned
from countless shows and deadheads:
i go
where the music is,
i go where the spirit is
to
dance,
to swirl-
to become
the music!
love!
dance!
movement!
budda dancing!
holy!
holy ground
welcoming
all.
until,
on sunday morning
the gospel train helps us
keep the rhythm
of joy as we clean up,
and move out -
still
fervent and joyful,
no
division between
music
makers
and the
holy dancers-
i am
blessed.
i
dance
in holy dervish wonderment
forever.
mc 9/24
(or so)
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yikes.
all the
pomes in all their edited incarnations were meant for a poetry
list.
address
book not working.
mc
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Don't
apologize! Enjoyed this poem very much
indeed!
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>
From: Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>
>
To: BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU
>
Subject: sorry for bandwidth
>
Date: Friday, September 26, 1997 1:12 AM
>
>
yikes.
>
all the pomes in all their edited incarnations were meant for a poetry
>
list.
>
address book not working.
> mc
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The
Stones cruz into Columbus
***
http://www.buchenroth.com/stones.html
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--------------------------------------------------------
Name:
Michael L. Buchenroth
Buchenroth
Publishing Company
E-mail:
Michael L. Buchenroth <mike@mail.buchenroth.com>
Date:
09/26/97
Time:
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Update
bookmarks!
Page
has been moved to:
http://www.freeyellow.com/members/upstartcrow/KerouacQuarterly.html
Please
update!
Hope to see some of you in Lowell next
weekend!
"Do
not cumber yourself with fruitless pains to mend and remedy remote effects;
let the soul be erect, and all things go
well." Ralph Waldo Emerson,
"The
Transcendentalist"
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If you
look at the titles of Dylan's songs, you can see the Kerouac influence.
Dylan's biographers also note that Dylan was
reading Kerouac and Ginsberg fair
ly
early on. I don't know of any comments
K. ever made about Dylan. While Dyl
an's
music wasn't the jazz K. liked most, I think K would have appreciated Dyla
n's ear
and his sense of humor.
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Leon
Tabory wrote:
>
> Hi James,
>
>
Anne just saw your pictures on Charles' page and she is very impressed with
>
your writing. She used words like breezy, unaffected, moved right along, but
>
maybe I will let her tell you herself. She didn't know it was you when she
>
started to tell me how much she liked the writing
>
>
Anne
>
Hi, hi, hi! Thanks for the party - I really enjoyed meeting you all and
>
seeing old pals again. And yes, I love your writing. It seems so
>
unpremeditated, uncontrived, so naturally and spontaneously good. [In
>
contrast to "writers" like myself who have to edit everything about
25 times
>
(no shit, 25!) before I've killed it enough to allow anyone to read it
>
(except this)]. Also enjoyed seeing pics. Thanks! xo
hi leon
... say hello to Anne M. ...
wow!!! 25 times is a lot of times.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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Leon
and Anne
Good to
hear from you guys. I take it that you
are in Santa Cruz Anne?
The
party is still one of my peak memories for the summer. Let's get
together
again. You are both wonderful.
James
Leon
Tabory wrote:
>
> Hi James,
>
>
Anne just saw your pictures on Charles' page and she is very impressed with
>
your writing. She used words like breezy, unaffected, moved right along, but
>
maybe I will let her tell you herself. She didn't know it was you when she
>
started to tell me how much she liked the writing
>
>
Anne
>
Hi, hi, hi! Thanks for the party - I really enjoyed meeting you all and
>
seeing old pals again. And yes, I love your writing. It seems so
>
unpremeditated, uncontrived, so naturally and spontaneously good. [In
>
contrast to "writers" like myself who have to edit everything about
25 times
>
(no shit, 25!) before I've killed it enough to allow anyone to read it
>
(except this)]. Also enjoyed seeing pics. Thanks! xo
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From:
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Subject:
Freedom Chants for the Roof of the World
THE
BEASTIE BOYS' ADAM YAUCH SPEAKS OUT ON TIBET -- AGAIN
The fall of '97 may someday be remembered as
the season of Tibet: On Nov.
4,
Grand Royal/ Capitol Records will release the three-CD set Tibetan
Freedom
Concert, comprised of superstar performances recorded live at the
second
Tibetan Freedom Concert, held this past June 7-8 in New York (the
third
disc also contains material from the first show last summer in San
Francisco,
as well as a CD-Rom with live footage, photos, artist
soundbites,
and background info on Tibetan culture) (allstar, June 30).
The CD release will coincide with the Nov. 6
release of a film
documentary
called Free Tibet, which chronicles the San Francisco show
(allstar,
Oct. 4, 1996). In addition, two other movies to be released this
fall
also pay homage to the troubled culture: Seven Days in Tibet
(starring
Brad Pitt) and Kundun, a biography of the Dalai Lama directed by
Martin
Scorsese.
And if that weren't enough, there will
indeed be a third Tibetan Freedom
Concert
next summer, to be held in Washington, DC, although the artists
have
yet to be announced.
"There are some artists confirmed
already," says concert organizer Adam
Yauch,
aka MCA of the Beastie Boys, "but I got in trouble a couple times
before,
so I'm not supposed to say anything. But it'll be a surprise."
Meanwhile, Yauch is doing everything
possible to continue to raise
awareness
for the cause, including, most recently, soliciting signatures
from
celebrity musicians to sign a letter to Chinese president Jiang Zemin
asking
him to free imprisoned Tibetan music scholar Ngawang Choephel. "I
think
everything helps," he says. "We just need to stay on it. We can't
rest on
any of that stuff and think, 'Oh, well, it's done.' Basically, it's
not
enough until Tibet is free."
With Free Tibet, Yauch also experienced the
art of long- form filmmaking
for the
first time. "Especially in the editing room," he says. "It's
kinda
hectic
in a way, but it's fun." The 90-minute film, directed by British
filmmaker
Sarah Pirozek and distributed by the independent company Shooting
Gallery,
will split its proceeds between Yauch's Milarepa Fund, which aids
Tibetan
causes, and the Shooting Gallery foundation, which aids inner- city
kids.
All funds raised by the three-CD set,
however, go directly to Milarepa,
and
Yauch proudly emphasizes that every artist and label involved in the
project
donated their proceeds. All of that raises the question of just how
those proceeds are used. Live Aid, after all
-- despite its best
intentions
-- ended up being frustrated by the Ethiopian government, who
seized
food intended for starving people and let it go to waste. But Yauch
insists
that won't happen in this case.
"The original reason that Milarepa was
created was so we could have a lot
more
control over how those moneys were used," he says. "We decided to
form
Milarepa
for that purpose. And then we began
doing educational stuff after
that."
Ironically, the very success of Milarepa has
caused a further crisis in
Tibet.
"The scary thing is that the situation is actually getting worse in
Tibet,"
says Yauch. "The Chinese government is cracking down even harder as
a
result of our efforts. They're afraid of the work we're doing, so they're
taking
extreme measures and getting closer to the final solution."
Since 1950, the Chinese have killed over 1.2
million Tibetans, destroyed
ancient
monasteries, tortured monks, deforested the land, and sterilized
Tibetan
women, among other horrors. And Yauch fears it's getting worse --
and
that's not even the only reason for saving it.
"I look at Tibetan culture as the most
precious treasure that we have,"
says
Yauch. "Because within the culture are ideals that have been
cultivated
over thousands of years. While the Western world has been
advancing
technologically and building more modern machines and faster
planes
and computers and televisions and all these outwardly modern
advancements,
the Tibetans contained themselves up in the Himalayas, and
have
been making their advancements within their minds -- advancements that
can
actually make a person know how to be happier.
"Those ideals are locked into -- and inseparable from --
Tibetan
culture,"
he continues, "and their understanding of them is as deep as our
understanding
is of technology. They're the adults of our world, and
meanwhile
we in the Western world are like a bunch of little children
running
around with dangerous toys, polluting the planet and so on.
"You couldn't just walk up and make a
transistor radio," says Yauch,
returning
to the technology comparison. "That's because it's built on the
little
circuit boards and miniature parts that reflect layers of complexity
that
evolved over time. The Tibetans have the same layers of understanding,
only
it's directed inward. And the idea that this is about to be wiped out
is
terrifying, because this is in a sense the ideal, the best culture
humans
have produced."
-John
Bitzer
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Michael
I
should have known you would be a Stones fan since most of the best
people
are. Nice photo--can you identify the
convertible--I didn't get
quite
enough of it to get clues.
James
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lovely,
marie.
made me
feel very connected.
~~Marlene
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thanks,
marlene: it came from my own feeling of connection with what is
what
was, and what is to come.
mc
Marlene
Giraud wrote:
>
lovely, marie.
>
made me feel very connected.
> ~~Marlene
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> thanks
marlene! here is latest draft:
i hope
this trancends the problem of bad editing and what not (ghosts in
the
machine)
winterhawk
blue/new grass festival
mandolins
pick away, frenetically
riding the wave
of bass
and the movement
of fiddles
swirling-
i sit,
barely able to
restrain from leaping
into the frenzy of sound
when,
i go out of myself-
on my feet,
highland kicking
swirling,
curling, laughing,
alive
surrounded by energy,
blue grass
winterhawk
upstate
new
york
benovelent farmer=92s
newly hayed hills
alchemized
as voices
and intruments
ring out
among
mountains
no
crowd stampeeds the fence
there *is* no fence
there is only music
and laughing music makers
-on the front stage
-on the side stage
-on the kids=92 stage
celebrating,
taught, and played
all
through the night-
al though i try to sleep
the sound
of those who do not sleep-
fingers movng
with endless love
and energy
breaks
into my dreams-
i leap
from my tent!
i dance
i laugh
i sing
i swirl!
my body
my only instrument
in estatic sleeplesness
beneath the ceiling
of
stars.
next
morning,
on the main stage:
alison krauss
bela fleck
david grisman,
flat pickers-
fiddlers-
guitars
and banjos
too
many to name,
yet imprinted in my soul
their holy music-
my dance.
i dance
in the the well traveled path
-to water trucks
-to food stands
and portolets-
i go showering
dancing in the solar water,
swirling
and laughing.
emerging,
i hug
the next in line,
naked and happy
to be
alive!
i *am*
the music
i sleep the music
i wake to music
my body,
my instrument,
my dance.
three
whole days
surrounded by music
and not a cop in sight.
missing
the summer tours
still feeling the loss of garcia
i yet dance the lessons learned
from countless shows and deadheads:
i go
where the music is,
i go where the spirit is
to
dance,
to swirl-
to become
the music!
love!
dance!
movement!
budda dancing!
holy!
holy ground
welcoming
all.
until,
on sunday morning
the gospel train helps us
keep the rhythm
of joy as we clean up,
and move out -
still
fervent and joyful,
no
division between
music
makers
and the
holy dancers-
i am
blessed:
i
dance
in holy dervish
wonderment
forever.
mc 9/24
(or so)
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Arthur
Nusbaum wrote:
>
>
David:
>
>
Here is an initial contribution to the Imploding Text:
"The
reaper trims his own cosmic garden, if there were too many of this
or that
cosmic thread, too much here, not enough there, disconnected or
plucked
from this dual reality, this cosmic thread needed to make the
total
weave of existence come out right, or that with the proper pattern
in the
proper time and space -- or maybe they were selected with a
certain
type life thread to string together molecules and tie them
together
in that mirror of anti-matter."
-- Charles Plymell, The Last of the Moccasins, 1971, 1996
"....death needs time. Death needs time like a junky needs
junk. And
what
does death need time for? The answer is
soooo simple. Death needs
time
for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook's sweet sake, you stupid,
greedy
ugly American death sucker. Like
this!...."
-William S. Burroughs, AH POOK IS HERE AND
OTHER TEXTS First British
Edition,
John Calder (Publishers) Ltd., 1979, pgs. 24-25
"For
though the tree dies the tree is born anew, only until
the tree dies forever and never a tree
born
anew ... shall the ground die
too"
- Gregory Corso, "Elegiac Feelings
American...for the dear memory of
John
Kerouac," Gregory Corso. MINEFIELD
New and Selected Poems, 1989
>
Regards,
>
>
Arthur
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From: "William H. Rose"
<dharmapoet@JUNO.COM>
Subject: A visit to San Francisco
Comments:
cc: lcandle@juno.com
Neal
Cassady's Shadow
I saw Neal Cassady's shadow up on
Russian Hill. It
wasn't
him, of course, he's been gone for almost thirty years. But
it was
him in some odd fashion. It had to be. It moved too fast to
be
anything, or anyone, else. Phase shifted and out of synch with
the
rest of the world just as Jack had described him.
I followed him down the hill into
Chinatown. Past the
market
filled with gutted fish and a tub of live eels. Past the
vegetable
stand heaped with oriental cabbage and pea pods. He
stopped
for a moment and talked with a few street people (the
Dharma
Bums of past literature) in a blind alley littered with
ruck
sacks, purses, back packs and trash. I thought that I had
lost
him in a crowd out on Grant Street (the bustle of so many
unfamiliar
faces confused me, I admit) but I saw him stop and
take a
quick hit from a pipe being passes back and forth by two
tattooed
kids. His shadow smoked quickly then melted back into
the
crowd. Sirens wailed in the distance and heat shimmied off
the
road as Neal's shadow passed by the herb and medicine
shop,
the Chinese laundry and the knick-knack shop.
This community somehow made me feel a
foreigner
in my
own country but Neal seemed at home here. He stopped
and
talked quickly with a variety of people on the street (his
shadow
seemed to know everyone) and he walked with an aire
of
familiarity which made me feel foolish and a bit out of synch
myself.
His shadow flickered with amazing
speed into almost
every
business and shop down this busy street as if his curiosity
could
not be slaked. Ever. And still I could not catch him. He
walked
into a tavern just as a woman with multi-pierced body
parts
(lips, nose, eyebrows) stepped out of her apartment on the
way to
walking her dog. I stepped off to the side and let her pass.
When I
opened the door to the tavern I noticed the pool table first.
The cue
ball was slowly rolling towards the eight, kissed it gently
and
sent it into a corner pocket. But no one was anywhere near
the
table and I glimpsed a quick shadow at the back of the bar as
the
rickety screen door was screeching closed on a rusty spring.
There
wasn't a single person in the place except the barkeeper
and he
eyed me up suspiciously as I headed out the back door.
As I
was leaving I noticed an empty beer glass resting on the
bar
with foam trailing down the inside of the glass. Someone had
downed
a quick one and I knew it had been Neal. I followed his
shadow
out onto Columbus Street.
Now, you may be asking yourself why I
was following
something
as elusive as a shadow. All I can say by way of
explanation
was that I had heard so much about Neal from Jack
and
Bill and Allen and Tom that I felt I needed to touch just a
tiny
fraction of the myth (or the man) whom they had described.
Besides,
I knew, I just knew, that the shadow I tailed was Neal's.
Impossible,
inexplicable, unbelievable? Yes, but the locality, the
mannerisms
of the shadow and my own lust for some knowledge
or
insight into Neal's personality turned my own curiosity into a
quest.
A shadow quest. And it was.
As I made my way down Columbus Street
I couldn't
help
but notice that I had somehow moved out of Chinatown to
the
edge of North Beach. I heard a cable car clanging it's bell
filled
with tourists interested in seeing the sights. This morning
I was
one of them, I thought, as I pushed my way through a
crowd
in the hopes of glimpsing Neal's shadow one last time.
But he
was gone. Or his shadow was anyway and I felt like I
had
just lost a significant part of myself with the loss of his
incredible
shadow.
I stuck my hands deep into the pockets
of my jeans
and
kicked a plastic beer cup into the street. Dejected, I looked
down at
my shoes as I slowly ambled down the street.
After a few moments I realized that my
surroundings
had
changed. Not drastically but minutely. So diminutively that
many
people would not even notice the difference but enough
of a
change had occurred in my surroundings that it caused me
to look
up and away from my pondering.
I was standing at the corners of
Broadway, Grant,
and
Columbus in the North Beach section and the streets were
packed
with people. Tourists, businessmen, street people. Every
race on
the planet seemed to be represented here on this tri-
cornered
street in San Francisco. There was a momentary hush
of
silence which in a crowd of this size was uncommon if not
improbable.
It was this very change in the din of the crowd
which I
had noticed and which had brought me out of my
momentary
contemplation of loss.
In the fleeting split-second razor-sharp moment of
time
when the entire world was silent I noticed the nondescript
exterior
of a small bookshop. A small bookshop with the very
large
name "City Lights Books".
You can call it karma, kismet or fate
but when
Ferlinghetti
(the owner of said book store) first decided to
publish
Ginsberg's "Howl" he had almost unknowingly pulled
himself
into the world of Jack and Neal. As he was pulling me
there
now. And here, many years beyond the myths, I found
myself
drawn by a shadow and my own warped imagination.
I entered the building and saw almost
immediately
the
sign "Beat Literature upstairs". I climbed three short steps,
passed
the poetry magazine section and climbed a flight of
stairs
to this section of the book store. And there, big as life,
I found
Neal Cassady's shadow. Both on the road and off it
his
face looked out at me smiling. Next to him, in the picture,
stood
Jack and far off in the corner, almost, but not quite, not
there,
was his shadow.
When I left the bookshop I noticed a
street-person,
dirty
and grimy from the road, sitting on the ground and jiggling
a cup
filled with a few coins, and brandishing a cardboard sign
which
read, "ANYTHING HELPS!" I reached into my pocket
pulled
out a half-empty pack of cigarettes, placed it into the
cup and
said, "For Neal!"
And you know, he was right, anything
does help.
William H. Rose, III
San Francisco
September 22, 1997
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>From
"Trip Trap", Jack Kerouac, Albert Saijo, Lew Welch
ALBERT
Grain
elevators on
Saturday lonely as
Abandoned
toys
LEW'S
ALTERNATE
Lonely
grain elevators
on Saturday
--Abandoned
toys
JACK'S
ALTERNATE
Grain
elevators on
Saturday waiting for
The
farmers to come home
and
another
LEW
Old men drive slowly
backwards
in Safeway Parking Lots
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I know
it's a long shot, but does anyone recall the last name of a
blond-haired,
square-jawed fellow named Arthur something or other who
interviewed
Ginsberg, Kerouac and Burroughs some time in the 50s or 60s? I'm
trying
to figure it out from an old tape transcription and this is all I
have to
go on; I don't even know the publication. Thanks..
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WOW! This was beauty incarnated in words. Thanks so much for writing
it and
sharing it.
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
William
H. Rose wrote:
>
>
Neal Cassady's Shadow
>
> I saw Neal Cassady's shadow up on
Russian Hill. It
>
wasn't him, of course, he's been gone for almost thirty years. But
> it
was him in some odd fashion. It had to be. It moved too fast to
> be
anything, or anyone, else. Phase shifted and out of synch with
>
the rest of the world just as Jack had described him.
> I followed him down the hill into
Chinatown. Past the
>
market filled with gutted fish and a tub of live eels. Past the
>
vegetable stand heaped with oriental cabbage and pea pods. He
>
stopped for a moment and talked with a few street people (the
>
Dharma Bums of past literature) in a blind alley littered with
>
ruck sacks, purses, back packs and trash. I thought that I had
>
lost him in a crowd out on Grant Street (the bustle of so many
>
unfamiliar faces confused me, I admit) but I saw him stop and
>
take a quick hit from a pipe being passes back and forth by two
>
tattooed kids. His shadow smoked quickly then melted back into
>
the crowd. Sirens wailed in the distance and heat shimmied off
>
the road as Neal's shadow passed by the herb and medicine
>
shop, the Chinese laundry and the knick-knack shop.
> This community somehow made me feel a
foreigner
> in
my own country but Neal seemed at home here. He stopped
>
and talked quickly with a variety of people on the street (his
>
shadow seemed to know everyone) and he walked with an aire
> of
familiarity which made me feel foolish and a bit out of synch
>
myself.
> His shadow flickered with amazing
speed into almost
>
every business and shop down this busy street as if his curiosity
>
could not be slaked. Ever. And still I could not catch him. He
>
walked into a tavern just as a woman with multi-pierced body
>
parts (lips, nose, eyebrows) stepped out of her apartment on the
>
way to walking her dog. I stepped off to the side and let her pass.
>
When I opened the door to the tavern I noticed the pool table first.
>
The cue ball was slowly rolling towards the eight, kissed it gently
>
and sent it into a corner pocket. But no one was anywhere near
>
the table and I glimpsed a quick shadow at the back of the bar as
>
the rickety screen door was screeching closed on a rusty spring.
>
There wasn't a single person in the place except the barkeeper
>
and he eyed me up suspiciously as I headed out the back door.
> As
I was leaving I noticed an empty beer glass resting on the
>
bar with foam trailing down the inside of the glass. Someone had
>
downed a quick one and I knew it had been Neal. I followed his
>
shadow out onto Columbus Street.
> Now, you may be asking yourself why I
was following
>
something as elusive as a shadow. All I can say by way of
>
explanation was that I had heard so much about Neal from Jack
>
and Bill and Allen and Tom that I felt I needed to touch just a
>
tiny fraction of the myth (or the man) whom they had described.
>
Besides, I knew, I just knew, that the shadow I tailed was Neal's.
>
Impossible, inexplicable, unbelievable? Yes, but the locality, the
>
mannerisms of the shadow and my own lust for some knowledge
> or
insight into Neal's personality turned my own curiosity into a
>
quest. A shadow quest. And it was.
> As I made my way down Columbus Street
I couldn't
>
help but notice that I had somehow moved out of Chinatown to
>
the edge of North Beach. I heard a cable car clanging it's bell
>
filled with tourists interested in seeing the sights. This morning
> I
was one of them, I thought, as I pushed my way through a
>
crowd in the hopes of glimpsing Neal's shadow one last time.
>
But he was gone. Or his shadow was anyway and I felt like I
>
had just lost a significant part of myself with the loss of his
>
incredible shadow.
> I stuck my hands deep into the
pockets of my jeans
>
and kicked a plastic beer cup into the street. Dejected, I looked
>
down at my shoes as I slowly ambled down the street.
> After a few moments I realized that
my surroundings
>
had changed. Not drastically but minutely. So diminutively that
>
many people would not even notice the difference but enough
> of
a change had occurred in my surroundings that it caused me
> to
look up and away from my pondering.
> I was standing at the corners of
Broadway, Grant,
>
and Columbus in the North Beach section and the streets were
>
packed with people. Tourists, businessmen, street people. Every
>
race on the planet seemed to be represented here on this tri-
>
cornered street in San Francisco. There was a momentary hush
> of
silence which in a crowd of this size was uncommon if not
>
improbable. It was this very change in the din of the crowd
>
which I had noticed and which had brought me out of my
>
momentary contemplation of loss.
> In the fleeting split-second
razor-sharp moment of
>
time when the entire world was silent I noticed the nondescript
>
exterior of a small bookshop. A small bookshop with the very
>
large name "City Lights Books".
> You can call it karma, kismet or fate
but when
>
Ferlinghetti (the owner of said book store) first decided to
>
publish Ginsberg's "Howl" he had almost unknowingly pulled
>
himself into the world of Jack and Neal. As he was pulling me
>
there now. And here, many years beyond the myths, I found
>
myself drawn by a shadow and my own warped imagination.
> I entered the building and saw almost
immediately
>
the sign "Beat Literature upstairs". I climbed three short steps,
>
passed the poetry magazine section and climbed a flight of
>
stairs to this section of the book store. And there, big as life,
> I
found Neal Cassady's shadow. Both on the road and off it
>
his face looked out at me smiling. Next to him, in the picture,
>
stood Jack and far off in the corner, almost, but not quite, not
>
there, was his shadow.
> When I left the bookshop I noticed a
street-person,
>
dirty and grimy from the road, sitting on the ground and jiggling
> a
cup filled with a few coins, and brandishing a cardboard sign
>
which read, "ANYTHING HELPS!" I reached into my pocket
>
pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes, placed it into the
>
cup and said, "For Neal!"
> And you know, he was right, anything
does help.
>
> William H. Rose, III
> San Francisco
> September 22, 1997
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On Fri,
26 Sep 1997, James Stauffer wrote:
>
>From "Trip Trap", Jack Kerouac, Albert Saijo, Lew Welch
>
ALBERT
> Grain
elevators on
> Saturday lonely as
>
Abandoned toys
BROWN
A grain
elevator, a Saturday.
No one
near. No motor turns.
The
winch creaks in the wind,
Dust
blows across the road.
>
LEW'S ALTERNATE
>
>
Lonely grain elevators
> on Saturday
>
--Abandoned toys
MIKE
Dust
blows across the Saturday road.
The
grain elevator, no one near,
Shivers
a little in the wind.
>
JACK'S ALTERNATE
>
>
Grain elevators on
> Saturday waiting for
>
The farmers to come home
MIKE
Friday
night, and a farmer getting drunk.
The
grain elevator's doors
Are
sealed tight.
>
LEW
>
> Old men drive slowly
>
backwards
> in Safeway Parking Lots
MIKE
His
brown neck craned crinkly to look back,
He
reverses slowly out of the Safeway parking spot.
In his
youth, he was a hot-rodder.
+ -- +
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Michael R. Brown foosi@global.california.com
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Is this a sig?
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hello.
i have a question- while checking out amazon.com's new
updates,
i found that there is a kerouac book called the history of
bop
that was published 3 years ago. it sells for $40 paperback and
they
say that it may be unaviable. does anyone have info on this?
thank
you
randy
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Thanks
James, these are wonderful. very nice takes Mike.
ciao,
sherri
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There
was a guy fitting that description (crew cut?) named Arthur Godfrey, I
think. He did TV interviews in those days.
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On Fri,
26 Sep 1997, Dick Eiden wrote:
>
There was a guy fitting that description (crew cut?) named Arthur Godfrey, I
>
think. He did TV interviews in those
days.
AH!
That's it, well all right, thanks!
onnow:
"Sal Paradise" by the Dashboard Saviors.
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At
11:06 PM 9/26/97 -0400, you wrote:
>There
was a guy fitting that description (crew cut?) named Arthur Godfrey, I
>think. He did TV interviews in those days.
>
>
He did
interveiws?, he was the most well-known person in public
life
next to Ike and Mamy. Arthur Godfrey
was on CBS television
night
and day. He was more well-known than
Elvis Presley, Ed
Sullivan
and the Beatles, all at one time.
That's who Arthur
Godfrey
was, in his time. And, of course, it
may not have been
him,
the hair was red but appeared sandy and blonde on b&W early
TV.
Mike
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Just
finished watching What Happened to Kerouac?
Excellent movie
overall. I recommend it to all on the list EXCEPT for
its high price:
$69.95! Good interviews and decent information. But get it for the
performance
on the Steve Allen Show and his drunken appearance on
William
Buckley's program.
Eric
Macy
If
anyone wants more info, just write and I'll post it
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At
01:42 AM 9/27/97 -0500, you wrote:
>Just
finished watching What Happened to Kerouac?
Excellent movie
>overall. I recommend it to all on the list EXCEPT for
its high price:
>$69.95! Good interviews and decent information. But get it for the
>performance
on the Steve Allen Show and his drunken appearance on
>William
Buckley's program.
>
>Eric
Macy
>
>If
anyone wants more info, just write and I'll post it
>
>
So who
pays for them. Just make a copy, if you
are so
hot for
it.
Mike
Rice
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Mike
Rice wrote:
>
> At
11:06 PM 9/26/97 -0400, you wrote:
>
>There was a guy fitting that description (crew cut?) named Arthur Godfrey,
I
>
>think. He did TV interviews in
those days.
>
>
>
>
> He
did interveiws?, he was the most well-known person in public
>
life next to Ike and Mamy. Arthur
Godfrey was on CBS television
>
night and day. He was more well-known
than Elvis Presley, Ed
>
Sullivan and the Beatles, all at one time.
That's who Arthur
>
Godfrey was, in his time. And, of
course, it may not have been
>
him, the hair was red but appeared sandy and blonde on b&W early
>
TV.
>
>
Mike
just
about to drive past Ike and Mamie's on my way East for the
weekend. aren't they still the most popular folks
around????
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
(20
miles West of Abilene)
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--- On
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wrote:
Michael
I
should have known you would be a Stones fan since most of the
best
people
are. Nice photo--can you identify the
convertible--I
didn't
get
quite
enough of it to get clues.
***
It's an
AP photo from our local newspaper, Columbus Dispatch,
"Weekender"
section. I scanned the entire photo, even kept the
25
degree rotation. It sort of looks like a 57 or 56 Buick or
Olds,
but like you I just can't make it out. We need an expert
here. I
just know that photo is classic. Keith Richards is
surely
cruz'n, ya know? --ride'n shotgun!
***
They're
amazing individuals! They command all the respect I
have, I
know that!
-Mike
Buchenroth
Publishing Company
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Date:
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can
anyone here with connections help this guy out?
thank
you
randy
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Dear
fellow Bananafishers.
This is
a desperate call to anyone who can help this situation or knows
someone
who can help this situation. The library system in Medina County,
Ohio is
under siege by a group called Citizens for the Protection of
Children.
They have organized, pooled money and even started a PAC to
prevent
the passage of an operating levy that is needed to keep the
libraries
open, all because the library offers free internet access on
public
terminals, (and everyone knows all that
horrible porno-graphy is
available
to juveniles if there is free internet access) The library has
adopted
a sane policy of politely policeing internet users, and asking
anyone
to stop who is accessing X-rated sites. This has only happened a few
times
anyway. But this is not enough for CPC. They want to take away all of
the
great things the library offers because the library does not measure up
to
their neo-Nazi standards of "decency." PLEASE if anyone has any
connections
to any high-profile person or group who can pitch in and come
to the
defense of the Medina County Library System, have them contact me,
or the
library directly (ask for Bob Smith and tell him its urgent). His
number
is 330-725-8604. Talk about banned books. CPC wants to ban whole
libraries.
Help us stop this fascist assualt on freedom of information.
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"Several
times I went to San Fran with my gun and when
a queer
approached me in a bar john I took out the gun
and
said, 'Eh? Eh? What's that you say?' He bolted. I've
never
understood why I did that; I knew queers all over
the
country. It was just the loneliness of San Francisco
and the
fact that I had a gun. I had to show it to someone."
---Jack
Kerouac, "On the Road".
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Date: Sat, 27 Sep 1997 17:22:32 +0200
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At
10.18 25/08/97 -0500, PATRICK
<EASTWIND@EROLS.COM> wrote:
>Anyone
know where Gregory Corso is living today?? Or any info on his
>current
activity?
>
>Thanking
you now ...
>
>Patrick
>eastwind@erols.com
>
Patrick
& beat friends,
an
unknown friend emailed me today the following message
stated
that Gregory Corso was in Italy during june 1997.
cari
saluti,
Rinaldo.
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>>Beh...di
Mestre allora?...e c'eri quella serata a Conegliano
>>(ehm...14
e 15 Giungo 1997)
>>con
la Pivano e Gregory Corso?
>>
>>Taro
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Date: Sat, 27 Sep 1997 08:36:35 -0700
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Michael,
That
was my guess, General Motors, 56, possibly 57--but we do need an
expert.
J.
Stauffer
Michael
L. Buchenroth wrote:
It sort of looks like a 57 or 56 Buick or
>
Olds, but like you I just can't make it out. We need an expert
>
here. I just know that photo is classic. Keith Richards is
>
surely cruz'n, ya know? --ride'n shotgun!
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Subject:
(fwd) photo id
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From:
neato <neato@pipeline.com>
To:
rasa@gpnet.it
Subject:
photo id
X-URL:
http://www.gpnet.it/rasa/beatspic.htm
neato
says:
#2 is
(l-r) burroughs, peter orlovsky, corso and ginsberg
#1 are
probably some nameless beatnicks at washington square
park..photo
is probably by fred mcdarrah
cheers
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thanks
rinaldo, this is probably the best otr quote around. still makes me
laugh
out loud each time i read it. randy~
>
"Several times I went to San Fran with my gun and when
> a
queer approached me in a bar john I took out the gun
>
and said, 'Eh? Eh? What's that you say?' He bolted. I've
>
never understood why I did that; I knew queers all over
>
the country. It was just the loneliness of San Francisco
>
and the fact that I had a gun. I had to show it to someone."
>
---Jack Kerouac, "On the Road".
>
>
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From: Euhyun Jennifer Chun
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Beat-L-ers.
hiya everyone! it's jEnnIfEr again. it's been about a month
since i
first arrived in d.c., and just now have i been able to
resubscribe
to the list. hope all is well... :) hear i missed seeing jim
carroll
perform at a local club. anybody know of anything that might be
going
on near me? thanx! -jEnnIfEr
ps.
hiya RacE and patricia, how's the weather in good ole kansas? ;>
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>
Beat-L-ers. hiya everyone! it's jEnnIfEr again. it's been about a month
>
since i first arrived in d.c., and just now have i been able to
> resubscribe
to the list. hope all is well... :) hear i missed seeing jim
>
carroll perform at a local club. anybody know of anything that might be
>
going on near me? thanx! -jEnnIfEr
>
>
ps. hiya RacE and patricia, how's the weather in good ole kansas? ;>
>
Well
it's rather non-related but there is an expo "web 97" I was supposed
to go
to next week in DC.. think of it . lots of green-eyed suits , tons
of
computers, and hundreds of gallons of bad coffee.. doesnt that sound
crazy?
*grin* I cant rmemeber where but I found a great little place there
about a
year ago.. dont ask where I was just wandering .. it had an
italian
name though great eats.. had a swinging quintet, and a big
pciture
of kerouac in the backroom..
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Standing
In The Doorway by Bob
Dylan
I'm
a-walkin' through the summer nights
The
jukebox playing low
Yesterday
everything was goin' too fast
Today
it's moving too slow
I got
no place left to turn
I got
nothing left to burn
Don't
know if I saw you, If I would kiss you or kill you
It
probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
I got
nothing to go back to now
The
light in this place is so bad
Makin'
me sick in the head
All the
laughter is just makin' me sad
The
stars have turned cherry red
I'm
strummin' on my gay guitar
Smokin'
a cheap cigar
The
ghost of our old love has not gone away
Don't
look [it] like it will any time soon
You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Under
the midnight moon
Maybe
they'll get me, and maybe they won't
But not
tonight and it won't be here
There
are things I could say but I don't
I know
the mercy of God must be near
I've
been ridin' the midnight train
Got ice
water in my vein
I would
be crazy if I took you back
It
would go up against every rule
You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Sufferin'
like a fool
When
the last rays of daylight go down
[Buddy?]
you'll roam no more
I can
hear the church bells ringin' in the yard
I
wonder who they're ringin' for?
I know
I can't win
But my
heart just won't give in
Last
night I danced with a stranger
But she
just reminded me you were the one
You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
In the
dark land of the sun
I'll
eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry
And
live my life on the square
And
even if the flesh falls off of my face
I know
someone will be there to care
It
always meaned so much
Even
the softest touch
I see
nothin' to be gained by any explanation
There's
no words that need to be said
You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Blues
wrapped around my head
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Great
post Rinaldo. what album is this from?
Jon
At
12:22 AM 9/28/97 +0200, you wrote:
>Standing
In The Doorway by Bob
Dylan
>
>I'm
a-walkin' through the summer nights
>The
jukebox playing low
>Yesterday
everything was goin' too fast
>Today
it's moving too slow
>I
got no place left to turn
>I
got nothing left to burn
>
>Don't
know if I saw you, If I would kiss you or kill you
>It
probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
>You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
>I
got nothing to go back to now
>
>The
light in this place is so bad
>Makin'
me sick in the head
>All
the laughter is just makin' me sad
>The
stars have turned cherry red
>I'm
strummin' on my gay guitar
>Smokin'
a cheap cigar
>
>The
ghost of our old love has not gone away
>Don't
look [it] like it will any time soon
>You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
>Under
the midnight moon
>
>Maybe
they'll get me, and maybe they won't
>But
not tonight and it won't be here
>There
are things I could say but I don't
>I
know the mercy of God must be near
>I've
been ridin' the midnight train
>Got
ice water in my vein
>
>I
would be crazy if I took you back
>It
would go up against every rule
>You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
>Sufferin'
like a fool
>
>When
the last rays of daylight go down
>[Buddy?]
you'll roam no more
>I
can hear the church bells ringin' in the yard
>I
wonder who they're ringin' for?
>I
know I can't win
>But
my heart just won't give in
>
>Last
night I danced with a stranger
>But
she just reminded me you were the one
>You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
>In
the dark land of the sun
>
>I'll
eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry
>And
live my life on the square
>And
even if the flesh falls off of my face
>I
know someone will be there to care
>It
always meaned so much
>Even
the softest touch
>
>I
see nothin' to be gained by any explanation
>There's
no words that need to be said
>You
left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
>Blues
wrapped around my head
>
>
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Date: Sat, 27 Sep 1997 16:27:14 -0700
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Isn't
Dylan opening for the Pope today. Not
certain I can get my head
around
that concept. Who would have thunk it,
back in '63.
J.
Stauffer
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>Isn't
Dylan opening for the Pope today. Not
certain I can get my head
>around
that concept. Who would have thunk it,
back in '63.
>
>J.
Stauffer
>
Saw a
quick clip of that on the news. I think
Dylan was doing "I Shall Be
Released"
but the clip was so short it was hard to tell.
Great shot of the
Pope
holding up a cigarette lighter though.
James
Marshall
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Hi! Those who have preordered The Kerouac
Quarterly Vol. I, No. 2 will have
them
mailed by Thursady this coming week. Hope you enjoy and thanks! Paul of
TKQ.
Visit!
http://www.freeyellow.com/members/upstartcrow/KerouacQuarterly.html
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From: Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>
Subject: STANDING ON THE HIGHWAY 1962( was Re:
Bob Dylan,
Standing In The Doorway)
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STANDING ON THE
HIGHWAY Words and Music by Bob Dylan
Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to
bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.
Well, I'm standin' on the
highway
Tryin' to bum a ride, tryin' to
bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.
Nobody seem to know me,
Everybody pass me by.
Well, I'm standin' on the
highway
Tryin' to hold up, tryin' to
hold up,
Tryin to hold up and be brave.
Well, I'm standin' on the
highway
Tryin' to hold up, tryin to
hold up and be brave.
One roads goin' to the bright
lights,
The others goin' down to my
grave.
Well, I'm lookin' down at two
card,
They seem to be handmade.
Well, I'm lookin' down at two
card,
They seem to be handmade.
One looks like it's the ace of
diamonds,
The other looks like it is the
ace of spades.
Well, I'm standin' on the highway
Watchin' my life roll by.
Well, I'm standin' on the
highway
Watchin' my life roll by.
Well, I'm standin' on the
highway
Tryin' to bum a ride.
Well, I'm standin' on the
highway
Wonderin' where everybody went,
wonderin'
where everybody went,
Wonderin' where everybody went.
Well, I'm standin' on the
highway
Wonderin' where everybody went,
wonderin'
where everybody went,
Wonderin' where everybody went.
Please mister, pick me up,
I swear I ain't gonna kill
nobody's kids.
I wonder if my good gal,
I wonder if she knows I'm here,
Nobody else seems to know I'm
here.
I wonder if my good gal,
I wonder if she knows I'm here,
Nobody else seems to know I'm here.
If she knows I'm here, Lawd,
I wonder if she said a prayer.
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From: Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>
Subject: Re: Bob Dylan, Standing In The Doorway.
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At
18.56 27/09/97 -0400, Jonathan Pickle <jrpick@MAILA.WM.EDU> wrote:
>Great
post Rinaldo. what album is this from?
>
>Jon
>
>At
12:22 AM 9/28/97 +0200, you wrote:
>>Standing
In The Doorway by Bob
Dylan
Jon,
the
album is:[23sep97]Time Out Of Mind
---
songs
of yesterday Bologna concert at the Pope presence
27th
sep 97 i saw the event televised:
(start of the performance)
1)Knockin'at
the haven's door, 2)Hard rain's gonna fall
(hanshake with the Pope JPII)
3)Forever
young
(end of the performance)
---
saluti,
Rinaldo.
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From: Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>
Subject: Re: Thanks
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From:
RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET>
To:
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Date:
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Subject:
Re: Thanks
RACE
wrote:
>
>hi
leon ... say hello to Anne M. ...
>
>wow!!! 25 times is a lot of times.
>
>david
rhaesa
>salina,
Kansas
>.-
Hi
David,
Can't
oblige, cause Anne went back home. She
spent one day in Santa Cruz to
look at
a place that she found and expects to move into in a month or so. I
will
forward your comment to her though.
BTW,
since we are talking already let me pass on a bit of gossip. I know
gossip
is a part of the appetizer menu (nothing juicy though), or are these
just
deserts of the Beat-L Diner club.
Driving
Ann to the train station we stopped to have lunch with John Cassady
who
between hillarious renditions of "Popster" Neal tales, also threw in
some
info that I have seen Beat-L folks inquire about
Somebody
lamented the fact that one has to go to an overseas University to
hear
somebody like Carolyn Cassady in person. Well you can stop fretting.
Carolyn
is coming for her annual visit to the USA, and will among other
places
give a lecture at the University of California Santa Cruz, in late
November.
I forget the exact date, but I think it is the 29th.
Yes,
pictures aplenty, even a video was made of the passing away of the
Cassady
house in Los Gatos. John also showed us a letter to the Editor that
was
published in the local papers that Carolyn sent from London, asking the
Cassady
fans not to blame anybody for the destruction of the hose. It was
the
termites who destroyed the house, she said in the letter. She herself
had
planned to tear it down some time ago and replace it, but didn't have
the money.
Among
other hillariously related Neal stories, John told us about the time
last
spring when his mother and he were invited to the Coppola residence for
discussion
about the projected movie. John relates that Daddy Coppola passed
the
project on to his son, and that their decision at the time was firm not
to use
any professional actors. A black and white movie with amateur actors
was
seen at that time anyway as the only way to try to do justice to OTR. He
doesn't
know what the hold ups are.
As to
nomination for parts, John thinks that his own son, Jamie, would make
an
excellent Neal. I must say that from what I have seen of Jamie I totally
agree.
He is young, very neal like handsomeness, Neal like energies, which
include
a similar charmer appeal to the ladies. Any Coppola people keeping
an eye
on this list? I didn't ask permission to tell you this, I just don't
think
John
would mind.
Oh yes,
both John and Ann reaffirm, they thought the Suicide movie didn't
get
it. They described it in aromatic
terms.
Sorry
David, as weekend Beatnik these days I
miss a lot of the mail that I
run
through quickly. If you asked me something some time ago, maybe I will
dig it
up yet. I wish I had more time.
Have a
great weekend eveybody,
Leon
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What
can this be?
A
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That
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From: Leon Tabory
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Subject: Re: Taboory; WARNING: Lengthy rambling about trivia,
much ado about nothing
Hi Matt,
Sorry
it's been so long since I visited the list, not only that, but I can't
find
that post in which, i think it wa you, asked me if I was the Taboory
mentioned
in Tom Wolfe's Electric Acid Test.
Well, yes
it is.
There
is also something here that does relate somewhat to a recent thread
which
lamented the decline in journalistic standards. It was suggested that
the
fierce competition for reader market share, led to sensationalism,
entertainment
priorities leading to compromises with the accuracy in
reporting.
It was
suggested that opinion increasingly infiltrates and pollutes
objectivity
in journalism.
Perhaps
you are aware that Tom Wolfe, the author of The Electric Cool Aid
Acid
Test, was a pioneer innovator who advocated and practiced "Subjective
Journalism".
The ECAAT itself was looked at as an example of it, even if it
was
ostensibly a work of fiction.
I am
not knocking Wolfe. I love the book very much, and find most of it very
close to
what I observed first hand. Some of it very clearly tape recorded
material.
It is nevertheless interesting that when it came to characters and
situations
that were of very little importance to the book, that he didn't
bother
to find out the true situation. It really is of no consequence to the
book or
me if my name is Tabory and not Taboory, and perhaps that was just
a typo
that ecaped the proofreader's scrutiny. Still, in the old objective
journalism
schools, big emphasis was placed upon not misspelling a name.
I am
not complaining. I am flattered to be given a footnote in history. It
is less
of a distortion of my name than in an earlier, maybe the first,
pamphlet
that describes a challenge to the Marijuana laws in California. The
name of
it was Marijuana and it was a transcript of hearings in the trial of
Richard
Bloomer, a black guy who was a North Beach Beatnik habitue. His
older
brother who was a painter on the North Beach was arrested for a
possession
of Marijuana before him, busted at a beatnik North Beach pot
party,
and died in jail of a heart attack. Richard was stopped a short time
thereafter,
a couple of blocks from the City Lights, he was searched and
arrested
for posession of a matchbook full of Marijuana.
I was
still a Psychologist at that time, just beginning to discover what was
going
on with marijuana, I felt horrified of how the life of the gentle
idealistic
intellectual artist came to an end because jail was too much for
him to
handle. I also knew Richard personally quite well. Of course I was
willing
to help with testimony at the trial. The lawyer decided to go for a
plea
bargain, but in writing up the case in a pamphlet I was endowed with a
PH.D
degree and my name became Dr. Tarboy. I guess Taboory is not as bad as
Tarboy.
But even court reporters can misspell names. I have since seen that
very
rarely do journalists take much time to get their facts straight about
matters
that are not the heart of their stories.
What
did offend me much more than a misspelling of my name was that the
situation
at the Barn was tailored to fit an ending for the book.It was not
quite
the way it came down. First of all the Barn was described as some sort
of
nightclub. It made fun of a group of serious and talented jazz musicians
who
took their name "The New Dimensions" quite seriously. Wolfe took the
Barn
away from me and gave me a job there as manager. That was kind of funny
to me.
I bought the place with one objective in mind, to provide a launching
pad for
psychedelic pioneers. I was a therapist, I was a practicing
psychologist
who was turned on to Marijuana and to LSD later, by Neal, after
having
been close friends for several years. I had no commercial interest in
making
money in the place. I wanted to provide a forum for local talent to
be
expressed and encouraged, for community people to gather and appreciate
themselves.
For the psychedelic community to shine a light in the larger
community.While
I admired greatly Kesey and the pranksters, we were not
playing
the same game in the same way. We were a small town group of people
interested
in supporting each other. We did not stake out the beacon to the
world
territory, we were not pranksters ourselves.
I was
very upset when the pranksters came in and ran over that group
aggressively.
I did not side with Kesey. Nor was I taking into consideration
Kesey's
stature. Yet Wolfe says that I decided to side with Kesey because he
was a
giant. Wolfe never interviewed me or asked me any questions about
anything.
What realy happened was that I tried to talk the musicians of the
New
Dimensions group into staying, I promised them that I would not allow
the
pranksters to interfere with their music any more. But they felt too
insulted.
When they left, I allowed the pranksters
to go on and do their
thing.
To begin with the pranksters were there because Neal asked me to give
them a
place to park the bus and for some of the pranksters to stay there
until
they found a place. To help them out. I had to ask them to leave later
because
they would leave roaches in the ashtrays when I was trying very hard
to keep
the place from being busted. They did not particularly like me after
that.
They were telling my friends that I was paranoid. They did not bother
to find
out that there were police detectives present most of the time, and
eventually
did arrest us in a case that didn't stand up in court.
As I
said, much ado about nothing. I still am in awe of what the pranksters
have
accomplished. I am still in awe of the book that Tom Wolfe wrote about
them. I
am also glad to have an opportunity to bring to light inaccuracies
that
were not malicious, that were most likely not deliberate distortions,
they do
show us how little respect the high and the mighty can have for the
unimportant
people who might be in their way.
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--from
the poem, " If We Take" by
Charles Bukowski
but
they've left us a bit of music
and a
spiked show in the corner,
a
jigger of scotch, a blue necktie,
a small
volume of poems by rimbuaud,
a horse
running as if the devil
were
twisting his tail
over
bluegrass and screaming,
and
then,
love
again
like a
streetcar turning the corner
on
time,
the
city waiting,
the
wine and the flowers,
the
water walking across the lake
and
summer and winter
and
summer and summer
and winter
again
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Jonathan
Pickle wrote:
>
>
Great post Rinaldo. what album is this
from?
>
>
Jon
Jon:
It is
from Time Out Of Mind, to be released September 30th.
Peace,
--
Bentz
bocelts@scsn.net
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For
those of you who have not yet purchased "Some of the Dharma", you can
now do
so cheaply! The Strand bookstore in NYC
has a whole stack of
brand
new, shrinkwrapped, "Some of the Dharma" copies available for
$22.00,
more than ten bucks off the $32.95 cover price.
Just
thought I'd pass that along...
RJW
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WOW!! thanks Richard, got an address or phone #
for those of us on the Left
Coast?
ciao,
sherri
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All the
news about Patti Smith's new album, called
_Peace
and Noise_, at:
a patti smith babelogue
http://www.oceanstar.com/patti/
This
album has a really stirring rendition of "Footnote to Howl" by
Allen
Ginsberg. It's titled "Spell"
on the CD. It's also coming
out on
vinyl.
--Fiona
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Can
anyone quote me the passage where Burroughs says "In the beginning was
not the
word" or something to this equivalent, and tell me where it comes
from? I
don't know, it may be the same place where he says, "Language is a
virus".
Thanks,
Leo
"Let
us hope that the whores of evil no longer loiter on the doorsteps of
your
path, beckoning you into the brothel of despair, and that hereinafter,
you may
present them with the most rigid manifestations of a firm and manly
will.
Ad astra per aspera." --Jack
Kerouac
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Let's
think many good thoughts for the PrankStar.
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Date:
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From:
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Subject:
Kesey recovering after mild stroke
>From
the Boston Globe Online:
Author
Ken Kesey recovering after mild stroke
Associated
Press, 09/28/97 14:16
EUGENE,
Ore. (AP) - Author Ken Kesey was recovering in a hospital Sunday
from a
mild stroke suffered last week.
Kesey,
62, awoke from an afternoon nap Thursday at his home in Pleasant
Hill
and found he was unable to use his right arm, said Ed Jolley, his
stepfather.
The
author of ``One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest'' was admitted to Sacred
Heart
Medical Center in Eugene, where he has since regained some use of his
arm,
Jolley said.
He was
listed in serious but stable condition Sunday and was expected to
be
transferred out of the intensive care unit Monday, a nursing supervisor
said.
Kesey
was a major counterculture figure in the 1960s. He and a group of
friends
nicknamed The Merry Pranksters made a cross-country bus trip in
1964
that Tom Wolfe chronicled in his book ``The Electric Kool-Aid Acid
Test.''
Kesey's other books include ``Sometimes A Great Notion'' and ``Last
Go
Round.''
http://www.boston.com
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The
Independent On Sunday, an influential British newspaper, yesterday
threw
its weight behind the campaign to decriminalise cannabis in
Britain.
I couldn't believe it either. Pretty fascinating turn of
events.
http://www.independent.co.uk/sindy/stories/A2809703.html
Enjoy
Malcs
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Subject: Kerouac in Rocky Mount, NC
thought
some of you all may enjoy this.
<A
HREF="http://members.aol.com/KerouacNC/index.html">Kerouac's Rocky
Mount, N
.C.</A>
john j
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On Mon,
29 Sep 1997 00:06:52 -0700 Malcolm Lawrence wrote:
>
From: Malcolm Lawrence <malcolm@WOLFENET.COM>
>
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 00:06:52 -0700
>
Subject: British newspaper backs decriminalization of
personal
cannabis
>
To: BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU
>
>
The Independent On Sunday, an influential British
newspaper,
yesterday
>
threw its weight behind the campaign to decriminalise
cannabis
in
>
Britain. I couldn't believe it either. Pretty fascinating
turn of
>
events.
The
Independant and the Observer are actually both quite
orientated
towards this, and have been for some time.
There
are
quite a few influential publications/people who support
this
campaign, but due to the "systematic demonisation of
drug
use in this country" (or words to that effect - WSB in
Drugstore
Cowboy) there is still a reluctance to bring the
debate
onto a national level. In some quarters
there is
still a
"drugs are the tools of Satan" philosophy. This is
unfortunate,
but will hopefully eventually be remedied.
Tom. H.
http://www.uea.ac.uk/~w9624759
"When
the going gets wierd, the wierd turn pro."
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On Mon,
29 Sep 1997, Tom Harberd wrote:
>
this campaign, but due to the "systematic demonisation of
>
drug use in this country" (or words to that effect - WSB in
>
Drugstore Cowboy)
That
line was actually written by James Grauerholz, who wrote most of the
Father
Murphy character in Drugstore Cowboy.
Neil
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Just
finished reading Magda Cregg's "Hey Lew," wonderful tributes/memories
of Lew
Welch. I had not known before that pop
musician Huey Lewis, Magda's
son,
took his stage name from his beat stepfather.
Interesting connections
abound
in this weird world. So, the question
is, if Lucien Carr and WSB's
sons
and Kerouac's daughter are automatically to be included in a Beat
List,
does Huey Lewis also qualify? (I ask this rather tongue in
cheek...I've
always considered Huey Lewis to be one of the squarest pop
singers
around.)
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I will
say that I dont consider Caleb Carr beat at all. Doesnt write beat
at
least. Not much of a beat life from
what Ive heard. Jan and Billy are
beat
because they _are_. Lived life to its
beatest and played a major
role in
their deaths. Huey Lewis (though I have
a fondness for his
straight
on rocknroll in this world in which musicians and singers have to
be
artists and cant really just have fun making music) is no beat.
------------------
Alex
Howard (704)264-8259 Appalachian State
University
kh14586@am.appstate.edu P.O. Box 12149
http://www1.appstate.edu/~kh14586 Boone, NC 28608
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Jim,
>
I've always considered Huey Lewis to be one of the squarest pop
>
singers around.)
Ah yes,
but in Huey's own words. . . "it's
hip to be square."
Cheers,
Bruce
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Now you
can be a Beat through heredity? I have
my doubts that "Beatness" is i
n the
genes or the jeans (levi or otherwise).
Caleb Carr can't be considered a
Beat, under any circumstances, in my
opinion. I'm sure he doesn't consider
hi
mself a
beat -- far from it.
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Subject: Bleak Houses
NEW YORK--(BUSINESS WIRE)--Sept. 28,
1997--There has always been
talk of
a crisis in book publishing. But, as
Ken Auletta reports in
the
October 6, 1997, issue of The New Yorker, this time the crisis
may be
real. During the past year, the owners
of two of the major
publishing
houses, Simon & Schuster and HarperCollins, have explored
the
idea of selling them. The business has
lost so much of its
appeal
that, as Auletta writes, "for the first time that anyone in
the
industry can remember no one is buying."
A senior executive at Viacom, which
owns Simon & Schuster, says,
"We're
obviously listening." But one
insider says Viacom needs to
be
offered enough money to cover taxes owed on the sale and pay down
the
publisher's bank debt. An investment
banker who has been
consulted
on a similar deal tells The New Yorker, "Trade-book
publishing
is a lousy business at the moment, and there is no
prospect
of its improving. There's nobody to
sell to. You might
find a
cash buyer for a smaller publisher. The
big ones are
unsalable
for cash." Auletta reports that
Rupert Murdoch has
broached
the subject of a sale of his HarperCollins, one of the
biggest
and most venerable trade publishers, with a nontraditional
buyer,
Leonard Riggio, the chairman and chief executive officer of
Barnes
& Noble. According to Riggio, he
and Murdoch have agreed to
meet in
New York soon.
In Auletta's article, several major
publishers make rare
disclosures
on their companies' profitability.
Alberto Vitale, the
chairman
and C.E.O. of Random House Inc., says, "We're not losing
money,
but we're not making money commensurate with the effort. We
are in
the single-digit profit margins."
Michael Naumann, who runs
Henry
Holt & Company, concedes that it was not profitable last
year. "Almost everybody...either is doing
some creative accounting
or has
made a small profit, but it's not going to be a profit worth
writing
home about," Naumann says.
Traditionally, publishing has been
regarded as more than just a
business;
there was pride in putting out something that became part
of the
culture. "What makes the current crisis
in adult trade book
publishing
remarkable," Auletta writes, "is this: for the first
time,
publishing companies are being looked at simply for the money
they
make. And they don't look good --
certainly not when they are
compared
with other companies in the content business."
Publishers and booksellers, too, are
hurting. Industry figures
from
the Association of American Publishers show that the number of
adult
trade hardcover books being bought, together with the amount
of
money spent on them, has declined for two years in a row, with
hardcover
sales falling almost ten per cent.
Superstore chains like
Barnes
& Noble and the Borders Group, which account for about forty
per
cent of sales of adult hardcover trade books, continue to make a
profit. Yet these powerful retailers are widely
misunderstood.
Auletta
writes, "It is an article of faith within the publishing
colony
that the chains shrink the market for mid-list books by
selling
only best-sellers, yet Barnes & Noble's Riggio let me see an
internal
document showing that the Times' hardcover best-sellers
represented
only 2.9 per cent of all books the chain sold in August,
1997,
and that fifty-nine per cent of all trade books sold in Barnes
& Noble were backlisted books
(titles published at least twelve
months
earlier); in August, backlisted books account for fifty-three
per
cent of the chain's dollar book sales."
Another Barnes & Noble
document
obtained by The New Yorker reveals that last year,
fifty-one
per cent of books sold by the chain came from outside the
top ten
publishing houses, mostly from university presses and
smaller
houses. Auletta remarks on the
overlooked fact that the
majority
of books purchased -- fifty-three per cent -- are sold
through
such non-bookstore vendors as price clubs, book clubs,
discount
stores like Wal-Mart, drugstores, airports, supermarkets,
and so
on.
In "The Impossible
Business," Auletta studies the future of
publishing. He examines the notion that electronic publishing
could
make
bookstores, and the traditional book made of printed and bound
paper
itself, obsolete. Borders Group plans
to launch an on-line
book
business. Barnes & Noble has
already done so, but Len Riggio
believes
it won't cut into his bookstore sales at all.
"I think the
Internet
business will be huge, but it won't diminish the retail
business
at all," he says. "Book
shopping is a recreational
experience." A handful of publishers, meanwhile, have
held
confidential
talks about creating a jointly owned electronic
bookstore
that would compete with Barnes & Noble and Amazon.com, a
Seattle-based
electronic book store that offers two and a half
million
titles. One senior executive says,
"The real fight is going
to be
whether publishers are bright enough and capable enough to
form
their own distribution system."
The October 6th issue of The New
Yorker goes on sale at
newsstands
on Monday, September 29th.
CONTACT:
Maurie Perl
Vice President, Public Relations
212/536-5893
or
Eileen Murphy
Director, Public Relations
212/536-5748
or
Jennifer Bluestein
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212/536-5898
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On Sat,
27 Sep 1997, Rod Macy wrote:
>
Just finished watching What Happened to Kerouac? Excellent movie
>
overall. I recommend it to all on the
list EXCEPT for its high price:
>
$69.95! Good interviews and decent
information. But get it for the
>
performance on the Steve Allen Show and his drunken appearance on
>
William Buckley's program.
>
>
Eric Macy
>
> If
anyone wants more info, just write and I'll post it
Glad to
hear it's good. I watched "Life
and Times of Ginsberg" this
weekend. Great show.
The JK movie is next on my list.
There is a great
video
store here (in Tucson) called Casa Video that has every movie EVER!
I love
that store! I was afraid I was going to
have to call that
Home
Video Fair thingy.
Jorgiana>
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On Sat,
27 Sep 1997, James Stauffer wrote:
>
Isn't Dylan opening for the Pope today.
Not certain I can get my head
>
around that concept. Who would have
thunk it, back in '63.
>
> J.
Stauffer
The
local paper had a GREAT shot of Dylan in a big white cowboy hat
playing
guitar and singing with Pope JP sitting in the background
grinning
beatifically! Ironic.
Jorgiana>
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My
favorite "bitch" subject!
Thanks to whoever posted it. If
it weren't for
the
small and medium publishing houses (heck, compared to the beheamoths in this
article
standards FS&G is a small house!) new authors would never get
published....unless
they changed their names to Steele King Crighton Clancy.
Money
is not only the root of all evil, it is the death of art.
It's
not tough to imagine....Kerouac would not be published today....
love
and lilies (bought from an independent florist)
matt h.
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NEW YORK--(BUSINESS WIRE)--Sept. 28,
1997--There has always been
talk of
a crisis in book publishing. But, as
Ken Auletta reports in
the
October 6, 1997, issue of The New Yorker, this time the crisis
may be
real. During the past year, the owners
of two of the major
publishing
houses, Simon & Schuster and HarperCollins, have explored
the
idea of selling them. The business has
lost so much of its
appeal
that, as Auletta writes, "for the first time that anyone in
the
industry can remember no one is buying."
A senior executive at Viacom, which owns
Simon & Schuster, says,
"We're
obviously listening." But one
insider says Viacom needs to
be
offered enough money to cover taxes owed on the sale and pay down
the
publisher's bank debt. An investment
banker who has been
consulted
on a similar deal tells The New Yorker, "Trade-book
publishing
is a lousy business at the moment, and there is no
prospect
of its improving. There's nobody to
sell to. You might
find a
cash buyer for a smaller publisher. The
big ones are
unsalable
for cash." Auletta reports that
Rupert Murdoch has
broached
the subject of a sale of his HarperCollins, one of the
biggest
and most venerable trade publishers, with a nontraditional
buyer,
Leonard Riggio, the chairman and chief executive officer of
Barnes
& Noble. According to Riggio, he
and Murdoch have agreed to
meet in
New York soon.
In Auletta's article, several major
publishers make rare
disclosures
on their companies' profitability.
Alberto Vitale, the
chairman
and C.E.O. of Random House Inc., says, "We're not losing
money,
but we're not making money commensurate with the effort. We
are in
the single-digit profit margins."
Michael Naumann, who runs
Henry
Holt & Company, concedes that it was not profitable last
year. "Almost everybody...either is doing
some creative accounting
or has
made a small profit, but it's not going to be a profit worth
writing
home about," Naumann says.
Traditionally, publishing has been
regarded as more than just a
business;
there was pride in putting out something that became part
of the
culture. "What makes the current
crisis in adult trade book
publishing
remarkable," Auletta writes, "is this: for the first
time,
publishing companies are being looked at simply for the money
they
make. And they don't look good --
certainly not when they are
compared
with other companies in the content business."
Publishers and booksellers, too, are
hurting. Industry figures
from
the Association of American Publishers show that the number of
adult
trade hardcover books being bought, together with the amount
of
money spent on them, has declined for two years in a row, with
hardcover
sales falling almost ten per cent.
Superstore chains like
Barnes
& Noble and the Borders Group, which account for about forty
per
cent of sales of adult hardcover trade books, continue to make a
profit. Yet these powerful retailers are widely
misunderstood.
Auletta
writes, "It is an article of faith within the publishing
colony
that the chains shrink the market for mid-list books by
selling
only best-sellers, yet Barnes & Noble's Riggio let me see an
internal
document showing that the Times' hardcover best-sellers
represented
only 2.9 per cent of all books the chain sold in August,
1997,
and that fifty-nine per cent of all trade books sold in Barnes
& Noble were backlisted books
(titles published at least twelve
months
earlier); in August, backlisted books account for fifty-three
per
cent of the chain's dollar book sales."
Another Barnes & Noble
document
obtained by The New Yorker reveals that last year,
fifty-one
per cent of books sold by the chain came from outside the
top ten
publishing houses, mostly from university presses and
smaller
houses. Auletta remarks on the
overlooked fact that the
majority
of books purchased -- fifty-three per cent -- are sold
through
such non-bookstore vendors as price clubs, book clubs,
discount
stores like Wal-Mart, drugstores, airports, supermarkets,
and so
on.
In "The Impossible
Business," Auletta studies the future of
publishing. He examines the notion that electronic
publishing could
make
bookstores, and the traditional book made of printed and bound
paper
itself, obsolete. Borders Group plans
to launch an on-line
book
business. Barnes & Noble has
already done so, but Len Riggio
believes
it won't cut into his bookstore sales at all.
"I think the
Internet
business will be huge, but it won't diminish the retail
business
at all," he says. "Book
shopping is a recreational
experience." A handful of publishers, meanwhile, have
held
confidential
talks about creating a jointly owned electronic
bookstore
that would compete with Barnes & Noble and Amazon.com, a
Seattle-based
electronic book store that offers two and a half
million
titles. One senior executive says,
"The real fight is going
to be
whether publishers are bright enough and capable enough to form
their
own distribution system."
The October 6th issue of The New
Yorker goes on sale at
newsstands
on Monday, September 29th.
CONTACT:
Maurie Perl
Vice President, Public Relations
212/536-5893
or
Eileen Murphy
Director, Public Relations
212/536-5748
or
Jennifer Bluestein
Publicist
212/536-5898
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Subject: Trying To Get To Heaven Re: Bob Dylan,
Standing In The Doorway.
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At
11.17 29/09/97 -0700, Jorgiana S Jake wrote:
>On
Sat, 27 Sep 1997, James Stauffer wrote:
>
>>
Isn't Dylan opening for the Pope today.
Not certain I can get my head
>>
around that concept. Who would have
thunk it, back in '63.
>>
>>
J. Stauffer
>
>
>The
local paper had a GREAT shot of Dylan in a big white cowboy hat
>playing
guitar and singing with Pope JP sitting in the background
>grinning
beatifically! Ironic.
>
>Jorgiana>
>
Hello
amici beat,
Bob
Dylan's great & his positive attitude wasn't submissive,
after
two songs a hanshake with Pope and after a song to finish,
i dunno
why u see grinning the Pope JPII, he's an OLD Man,
also
Bob IS an Old Man but both are FOREVER YOUNG.
---
Trying
To Get To Heaven by Bob Dylan
(1997)
The air
is getting hotter, there's a rumblin' in the skies
I've
been wading through the high muddy water
With
the heat risin' in my eyes
Every
day your memory grows dimmer
It
doesn't haunt me like it did before
I've
been walking through the middle of nowhere
Tryin'
to get to heaven before they close the door
When I
was in Missouri they would not let me be
I had
to leave there in a hurry
I only
saw what they let me see
You
broke a heart that loved you
Now you
can seal up the book and not write anymore
I've
been walkin' that lonesome valley
Tryin'
to get to heaven before they close the door
People
on the platforms, waitin' for the trains
I can
hear their hearts a-beatin'
Like
pendulums swinging on their chains
When
you think that you lost everything
You
find out you can always lose a little more
I'm
just goin' down the road feeling bad
Tryin'
to get to heaven before they close the door
I'm
goin' down the river, down to New Orleans
They
tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I
don't know what all right even means
I was
ridin' in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane
Miss
Mary Jane got a house in Baltimore
I've
been all around the world, boys
And I'm
tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door
Gonna
sleep down in the parlor and relive my dreams
I close
my eyes and I wonder
If
everything is as hollow as it seems
Some
trains don't pull no gamblers
No
midnight ramblers, like they did before
I've
been to sugar town, I shook the sugar down
Now I'm
tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door
---
Cari
saluti per tutti da
Rinaldo.
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12.26 29/09/97 EDT, Bill Gargan <WXGBC@CUNYVM.BITNET> wrote:
>Now
you can be a Beat through heredity? I
have my doubts that "Beatness"
is i
>n
the genes or the jeans (levi or otherwise).
Caleb Carr can't be
considered
a
>
Beat, under any circumstances, in my opinion.
I'm sure he doesn't
consider
hi
>mself
a beat -- far from it.
>
>
hello
friends,
i'm
reading _The Alienist_ written by Caleb Carr.
the
book is wonderfull engaging!
saluti,
rinaldo
* not a competent beat *
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At
11:13 AM 9/29/97 -0700, you wrote:
>On
Sat, 27 Sep 1997, Rod Macy wrote:
>
>>
Just finished watching What Happened to Kerouac? Excellent movie
>>
overall. I recommend it to all on the
list EXCEPT for its high price:
>>
$69.95! Good interviews and decent
information. But get it for the
>>
performance on the Steve Allen Show and his drunken appearance on
>>
William Buckley's program.
>>
>>
Eric Macy
>>
>>
If anyone wants more info, just write and I'll post it
>
>Glad
to hear it's good. I watched "Life
and Times of Ginsberg" this
>weekend. Great show.
The JK movie is next on my list.
There is a great
>video
store here (in Tucson) called Casa Video that has every movie EVER!
>I
love that store! I was afraid I was
going to have to call that
>Home
Video Fair thingy.
>
>Jorgiana>
>
>
Why
would anyone buy a film at $69.95 or any price over $20, when you
can
simply rent it and make your own copy at home, macrovision or no
macrovision. I keep hearing letters that complain about
the cost of
these
cassettes but its nothing to make a copy so what does it matter
what it
costs except to a video store owner?
Mike
Rice
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I don't
like left figures like Dylan palling it up with
religious
figures like the Pope. I read a story
or two
about
the meeting, also. In the AP article I
read, the
corrupt
pope rose and gave a speech in which he used
Dylan's
most famous early sixties lyrics to craft some
sort of
spiritual message. I know Dylan has
supposedly
been
thru a spiritual period. But if I was a
songwriter
and
someone tried to attach new meaning to important
lyrics
I had written, I would feel coopted and offended.
I can't
believe Dylan believes otherwise. A
strong set
of
values created those lyrics. This is
the man who beat
the
crap out of A J Weberman for examining the garbage outside
his
Greenwich Village home.
Mike
Rice
>>The
local paper had a GREAT shot of Dylan in a big white cowboy hat
>>playing
guitar and singing with Pope JP sitting in the background
>>grinning
beatifically! Ironic.
>>
>>Jorgiana>
>>
>Hello
amici beat,
>
>Bob
Dylan's great & his positive attitude wasn't submissive,
>
>after
two songs a hanshake with Pope and after a song to finish,
>
>i
dunno why u see grinning the Pope JPII, he's an OLD Man,
>also
Bob IS an Old Man but both are FOREVER YOUNG.
>
>---
>
>
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Subject: Re: your mail
Comments:
To: =?iso-8859-1?Q?Sinverg=FCenza?= <ljilk@MAIL.MPS.ORG>
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On Sun,
28 Sep 1997, [iso-8859-1] Sinverg=FCenza wrote:
>
Can anyone quote me the passage where Burroughs says "In the beginning wa=
s
>
not the word" or something to this equivalent, and tell me where it comes
>
from? I don't know, it may be the same place where he says, "Language is =
a
>
virus".
>=20
>
Thanks,
>
Leo
>=20
>=20
>
"Let us hope that the whores of evil no longer loiter on the doorsteps of
>
your path, beckoning you into the brothel of despair, and that hereinafte=
r,
>
you may present them with the most rigid manifestations of a firm and man=
ly
>
will. Ad astra per aspera." --Jack
Kerouac
>=20
Leo,
I don't
know if Burroughs anywhere says, "In the beginning was not the
word."
He has said just the opposite many times. For example, "It's quite
probable
that at the real beginning point of what we call modern man was
speech.
In the beginning was the word. I think the next step will have to
be
beyond the word. The word is now an outmoded artifact. Any life form
that
gets stuck with an outmoded built-in artifact is doomed to
destruction."
(_The Job_, p. 98 in my copy). See also _Minutes to Go_:
Words=09=09Dealth=09by=09William
Lee Dealer
No=09=09house
percentage=09=09CUT
FUNCTION=09WITH=09BURROUGHS=09EVERY
MAN
AN
AGENT=09=09CUT
In
THEE=09 beginning was THE word. .
=09The word was a
virus.
.=09"Function always comes before form" L Ron Hubbard
Virus
made man..=09Man is virus..
(p.15;
spacing approximate)
Anyone
recall any other instances?
Cordially,
Michael
Skau
9/29/97
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These
are the contnets of Vol. I, No. 2 of The Kerouac Quarterly out this week.
Domestic
Apocalypse and the Thought of America by Michael Boughn
Unpublished
Letter from Stella Sampas to Jack Kerouac dated September 15th, 1957
"a
shining technique in the darkness...": Kerouac and Shakespeare by Paul
Maher
A
Random List of Books From Jack Kerouac's Personal Library
Beat In
East Germany by Gerrit-Jan Berendse (Universiti of Canterbury,New
Zealand.
Interview
with Lowell Fold Singer: Bob Martin by Phil Chaput
"A
Man Who's Neither White Nor Black": Jack Kerouac and the Issue of Race
by Rod Phillips, Michigan State U. -
James Madison College
Part I:
Listing of Archives of Burg Collection at NYPL
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From: Arthur Nusbaum <SSASN@AOL.COM>
Subject: Re: Word = Virus
Comments:
cc: DAVIDSROSEN@compuserve.com
Leo
wrote:
"Can
anyone quote me the passage where Burroughs says "in the beginning was
not the
word" or something to this equivalent, and tell me where it comes
from? I don't know, it may be the same place where
he says, "Language is a
virus".
Leo:
Both of
the quotes you are looking for can be found in AH POOK IS HERE AND
OTHER
TEXTS, among the "other texts" in this compilation, namely THE BOOK
OF
BREETHING
and ELECTRONIC REVOLUTION. This book
was published in the UK in
1979,
and I don't know of any U.S. edition, although ELECTRONIC REVOLUTION
appears
in a small-format German edition of the same name. On page 65, the
first 3
sentences of THE BOOK OF BREETHING are as follows:
"In
the beginning was the word and the word was God and has remained one of
the
mysteries ever since.
What is
word?
To ask this
question assumes the is of identity:
something that word
essentially
is.
On page
155, near the end of ELECTRONIC REVOLUTION, there is this passage:
"I
have frequently spoken of word and image as viruses or as acting as
viruses,
and this is not an allegorical comparison.
It will be seen that the
falsifications
in syllabic Western languages are in point of fact actual
virus
mechanisms. The IS of identity is in
point of fact the virus
mechanism."
"The
IS of identity" links the 2 passages and is the key to the equation of
word =
virus, the imposition of identity as an infectious limitation upon and
distortion
of reality. Notice how WSB uses the
term "is" to identify
identity
as the virus mechanism. It may seem at
first glance that he is
caught
in the very trap he is describing, but "is" can be used where IS is
concerned,
or the plural "are" for languages whos words are the instruments
of
identity.
I'm
sure that variations of these quotes are to be found elsewhere in his
works,
I can't think of where to find more at the moment. Maybe other List
members
can locate them as a sub-thread ("....a long thread of blood"). This
particular
book, APIH, was fresh in my mind because I skimmed through it in
search
of the "death needs time" passage that I submitted for David Rhaesa's
gathering
of death-related Beat statements and revisited and was re-riveted
by
these very items that you now inquire about.
What is going on here? All
roads
seem to lead to this relatively obscure WSB publication lately for me.
The entire work, like all of his works, is
well worth reading in its
entirety
if you can obtain it, to grasp the full meaning and context of these
quotes.
Regards,
Arthur
S. Nusbaum
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David
Rhaesa at the Beat-Hotel writes:
Another
wonderful story Leon. Just heard from
Bob when i got in that
Kesey
had a mild stroke but seems to be doing fine.
Patricia is in
Texas
but left a nice bed with patchwork quilt for me here in the 'puter
room. Headed back to Salina after weekend in
Kansas City (helping clean
my
father's garage was about the most meaningful event) ... will catch
up with
everyone's strings and threads tomorrow.
take
care,
david
rhaesa
in
lawrence headed West
Leon
Tabory wrote:
>
> As
I said, much ado about nothing. I still am in awe of what the pranksters
>
have accomplished. I am still in awe of the book that Tom Wolfe wrote about
>
them. I am also glad to have an opportunity to bring to light inaccuracies
>
that were not malicious, that were most likely not deliberate distortions,
>
they do show us how little respect the high and the mighty can have for the
>
unimportant people who might be in their way.
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David
from Beat-Hotel
Leon
Tabory wrote:
>
Sorry David, as weekend Beatnik these
days I miss a lot of the mail that I
>
run through quickly. If you asked me something some time ago, maybe I will
>
dig it up yet. I wish I had more time.
>
>
Have a great weekend eveybody,
>
>
Leon
Leon,
If i
asked you something ... i'm certain that i long ago forgot what it
is. Hope you and everyone else are having a
great weekend (oops weekend
is over
now...a great week!!!!)
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On Sun,
28 Sep 1997, Fiona Webster wrote:
>
All the news about Patti Smith's new album, called
>
_Peace and Noise_, at:
>
> a patti smith babelogue
> http://www.oceanstar.com/patti/
>
>
This album has a really stirring rendition of "Footnote to Howl" by
>
Allen Ginsberg. It's titled
"Spell" on the CD. It's also
coming
>
out on vinyl.
>
> --Fiona
Webster
>
YEAH
YES YIPPY!! I SAW pATTI LIVE AT AN ALLEN GINSBERG REMEMBRERANCE AND
SHE
PLAYED "FOOTNOTE TO HOWL" IT S BEAUTIFUL AND THE MEMBER OF HIS BAND,
OLIVER
RAY I THINK, WHO WROTE IT IS VERY VERY COOL.
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Has
anyone posted this note from Ken Babbs (good friend of Ken Kesey's)
yet? Good to hear Ken K. is doing fine. I am *not* prepared to lose
him too
...
>
> > Kesey was taking a nap Thursday and when he woke up his right arm was
>
> > paralyzed. Faye took him to the hospital, they did a couple quick
tests,
>
> > said, "Stroke" and immediately administered some new
anti-clogging drug
and
>
> > put him in intensive care for a couple days. His progress has been
>
> > amazingly good; he's getting movement in his hand and arm; he's out
of
>
> > intensive care; they are going to keep him in the hospital till about
>
> > Thursday to keep an eye on him.
>
> >
>
> > He wanted to keep it all low key but someone revealed it to the local
press
>
> > and now it is out all over the place. He did a tv interview from the
>
> > hospital today for a local station but beforehand had Hagen and me go
out
>
> > an get him something to wear so he wouldn't be in one of those
ridiculous
>
> > hospital gowns. We got him a U of O cowboy hat and his mom got him U
of O
>
> > sweat pants and sweat shirt and he looked real good on the news.
>
> >
>
> > that was a good thing to put on the web site. Maybe I'll add
something
else
>
> > tomorrow.
>
> >
>
> > He still wants to go to S.F. for the be-in-again but we'll see about
>
> > that.
>
> >
>
> > the bus made it back okay but it is pretty tawdry from being outside
all
>
> > summer and needs lots of touchup work.
>
> >
>
> > mo later
>
> >
>
> > babbs
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| Levi
Asher = brooklyn@netcom.com
|
| |
| Literary Kicks:
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| (the beat literature web site) |
|
|
| "Coffeehouse: Writings from the
Web" |
| (a real book, like on paper) |
| also at
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|
|
|
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| |
| Mister, I ain't a boy, no I'm
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david
rhaesa writes from a Lawrence basement:
Arthur
Nusbaum wrote:
>
>
"The IS of identity" links the 2 passages and is the key to the
equation of
>
word = virus, the imposition of identity as an infectious limitation upon and
>
distortion of reality. Notice how WSB
uses the term "is" to identify
>
identity as the virus mechanism. It may
seem at first glance that he is
>
caught in the very trap he is describing, but "is" can be used where
IS is
>
concerned, or the plural "are" for languages whos words are the
instruments
> of
identity.
>
>
I'm sure that variations of these quotes are to be found elsewhere in his
>
works, I can't think of where to find more at the moment. Maybe other List
>
members can locate them as a sub-thread ("....a long thread of
blood"). This
>
particular book, APIH, was fresh in my mind because I skimmed through it in
>
search of the "death needs time" passage that I submitted for David
Rhaesa's
>
gathering of death-related Beat statements and revisited and was re-riveted
> by
these very items that you now inquire about.
What is going on here? All
>
roads seem to lead to this relatively obscure WSB publication lately for me.
> The entire work, like all of his works, is
well worth reading in its
>
entirety if you can obtain it, to grasp the full meaning and context of these
>
quotes.
>
>
Regards,
>
>
Arthur S. Nusbaum
Perhaps
"AH POOK" "IS" here NOW!!!!! :)
I
sometimes think the virus part is at some level a routine as well.
Where
you mentioned possible trap, I see a poke (pook?) at biological
medicine
naming the virus is not the virus and so on and so on. But
perhaps
this thought just came to me from some odd part of the brain
that
can be awakened in a Lawrence basement!
david
rhaesa
salina,
Kansas
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david
rhaesa wrote from subterranean region near the Kaw:
Levi
Asher wrote:
>
>
Has anyone posted this note from Ken Babbs (good friend of Ken Kesey's)
>
yet? Good to hear Ken K. is doing fine. I am *not* prepared to lose
>
him too ...
>
>
> > > Kesey was taking a nap Thursday and when he woke up his right
arm was
>
> > > paralyzed. Faye took him to the hospital, they did a couple
quick tests,
>
> > > said, "Stroke" and immediately administered some new
anti-clogging drug
> and
>
> > > put him in intensive care for a couple days. His progress has
been
>
> > > amazingly good; he's getting movement in his hand and arm; he's
out of
>
> > > intensive care; they are going to keep him in the hospital till
about
>
> > > Thursday to keep an eye on him.
>
> > >
>
> > > He wanted to keep it all low key but someone revealed it to the
local
> press
>
> > > and now it is out all over the place. He did a tv interview from
the
>
> > > hospital today for a local station but beforehand had Hagen and
me go
out
>
> > > an get him something to wear so he wouldn't be in one of those
ridiculous
>
> > > hospital gowns. We got him a U of O cowboy hat and his mom got
him U of
O
>
> > > sweat pants and sweat shirt and he looked real good on the news.
>
> > >
>
> > > that was a good thing to put on the web site. Maybe I'll add
something
> else
>
> > > tomorrow.
>
> > >
>
> > > He still wants to go to S.F. for the be-in-again but we'll see
about
>
> > > that.
>
> > >
>
> > > the bus made it back okay but it is pretty tawdry from being
outside all
>
> > > summer and needs lots of touchup work.
>
> > >
>
> > > mo later
>
> > >
>
> > > babbs
> |
>
| Mister, I ain't a boy,
no I'm a man |
Thanks
Levi ... I'd heard he was doing OK, but hadn't seen this note
yet. Hope all is well in Brooklyn ... i mean
queens....
dbr
>
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david
rhaesa wrote from a hidden beat-bat-cave in subterranean kaw
homesick
anti-entropy blues project centre:
Entropy
Operator wrote:
> anybody know of anything that might be
>
> going on near me? thanx! -jEnnIfEr
>
>
>
> ps. hiya RacE and patricia, how's the weather in good ole kansas? ;>
>
>
jEnnIfEr,
weather
is typical. ragweed is flying in
tornadoic mists through sinus
passages
and temperatures are currently (1:44 am) nice!!! Warning:
don't
drive on Interstates with VENT on or Windows down or Ragweed
Monster
will sneak up your nose and eat you from the inside.
david rhaesa
waking
up and thinking of hitting the Interstate headed West
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David
Rhaesa placing John Deere Maximizer cap on head and sliding on red
converse
tennis shoes to walk out to car stops to write:
R.
Bentz Kirby wrote:
>
>
Jonathan Pickle wrote:
>
>
>
> Great post Rinaldo. what album is
this from?
>
>
>
> Jon
>
Jon:
>
> It
is from Time Out Of Mind, to be released September 30th.
>
>
Peace,
> --
>
Bentz
>
bocelts@scsn.net
>
>
http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw
OH!!!!
that's TODAY ... only 8 hours until House of Sight and Sound
opens
in Salina ... better hit the road and camp out at the door.
david
rhaesa
on his
way out the door
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David Amram book reviews
FROM:
http://www.latimes.com:80/HOME/NEWS/BOOKS/t000086472.html
Sunday,
September 28, 1997
Los
Angeles Times Book Review
By
DAVID AMRAM
It is a
cause for rejoicing that two new novels, both inspired by the
world
of jazz, have been published at the same time.
"Man Walking on
Eggshells,"
by Herbert Simmons, and "The Bear Comes Home," by Rafi
Zabor,
share authentic portrayals of the times, places and people who
inhabit
a world many know little about.
In
scenes of triumph and torture, compassion and humor, zest and candor,
Simmons
and Zabor explore the unpredictable, ever-changing, tragicomic
days
and nights of jazz musicians and the people in their lives.
Ultimately,
both offer fresh views of American society as well as an
idea of
what it was like--and still is-- to survive in a high-tech
industrial
world and play music that is improvised on the spot and
created
anywhere and everywhere out of passion for the moment. Simmons
writes
of a time and place long gone: an
America that has given us
musicians,
singers, poets, painters, language, a sense of style and a
survival
philosophy that have enriched the 20th century. In a
brilliant,
soulful, poetic style, he captures the feelings of the
neighborhoods,
the sense of community and the sophistication of the
streets
that provided the wellspring for many of America's most creative
and
enduring masters of musical improvisation.
We feel as if we are
part of
a handful of lucky souls at a 2-to-7 a.m.
session, listening to
great
music that will never be heard again in the same way. He takes
you
backstage with the band and share conversations usually heard only
by
musicians and their friends.
"Man
Walking on Eggshells" is inspired by the music and life of Miles
Davis;
the title is a quote from a famous description of Davis' trumpet
style. What makes Simmons' novel so compelling is
his daring to create
a
fictional character based on but as unique as Davis himself, just as
jazz
soloists use a standard tune as a point of departure to develop an
improvised
composition based on a melody.
Raymond
Douglas, the novel's central character, is an uncompromising
artist
who journeys through pain and horror, joy and victory and
transcends
mid-century America's artistic restrictions.
Simmons' prose,
like
jazz, flows in a series of beautifully constructed improvisatory
passages
of lyrical images, sounds and stories that invite us to wake up
and be
part of the world from which this music originated--a world that
has all
but vanished. Thanks to Simmons, this
precious part of our
history
will remain alive in "Man Walking on Eggshells."
"The
Bear Comes Home" achieves the seemingly impossible task of
combining
fictional and real characters, actual events, music theory,
satire
and fantasy with ease and panache. The
book's hero, a circus
bear,
becomes a great jazz innovator on the alto saxophone, paying his
dues in
a hilarious series of events that fill the pages of this wildly
picaresque
novel. We join the bear in musical
adventures with actual
living
jazz masters, a trip to jail, disastrous trips on the road and a
shattered
romance (with a non-bear). The
Shakespeare-quoting,
sax-playing
bear fulfills his search for musical greatness at the end of
the
book, finally achieving his nirvana.
Zabor's
style is invigorating. Like Simmons,
Zabor knows and loves jazz
and the
world from which it comes. His own
experience as a professional
drummer
and his brilliance as a music journalist give the novel a ring
of
authenticity. Set in a different time
and place than "Man Walking on
Eggshells,"
"The Bear Comes Home" is like a modern-day "Don Quixote."
Poignant
and touching moments combine with hilarious descriptions of the
bear's
struggle in a story that anyone--whether familiar with jazz or
not--will
find compelling and entertaining.
Read
together, both books describe the jazz experience. But each book
also
stands on its own in celebrating the glory and courage of dedicated
musicians
following their hearts. Just as it is a
joy to hear Miles
Davis
and Charlie Parker play together, each of their solo efforts is
equally
fulfilling. The same may be said of
"Man Walking on Eggshells"
and
"The Bear Comes Home." As the
music we call jazz is finally finding
its
rightful place in the country in which it was created, we are ready
to
embrace a new body of fiction based in the many traditions of this
century's
jazz experience.
- - -
David
Amram Is a Symphonic Composer, Jazz Musician and Author Who Worked
With
Jack Kerouac, Dizzy Gillespie and Leonard Bernstein.
http://www.latimes.com:80/HOME/NEWS/BOOKS/t000086472.html
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Halloo
everyone,
The
austere canonising W. W. Norton recently released an anthology of
postmodern
fiction, and our man Burroughs features
quite prominently. Not
to
start the Canon Fodder thread again, but I'm glad he's in there.
Here's
the by-line:
Postmodern
American Fiction
A
Norton Anthology
Edited
by Paula Geyh, Fred G. Leebron, and Andrew Levy
>From
William S. Burroughs to David Foster Wallace, Postmodern American
Fiction
offers up witty, risky, exhilarating, groundbreaking fiction from
five
decades of postwar American life. It includes works by sixty-eight
authors:
short fiction, novels, cartoons, graphics, hypertexts, creative
nonfiction,
and theoretical writings. This is the first anthology to do
full
justice to the vast range of American innovation in fiction writing
since
1945.
And
here's the Burroughs piece in the anthology:
WILLIAM
BURROUGHS (1914-1997)
Nova
Express
Crab Nebula
I can't
recall that section off the top of my head, but will read it when
I get
home. I have a funny feeling it will be a passage without any
nastiness
or scatology. Anyone else have any thoughts on the Crab Nebula
section
of Nova Express as a choice for a representative passage? I think
I'll
mosey on down to the local University bookstore one of these days and
read
their bio/critical intro about Burroughs.
If
anyone wants to check it out, they also have the full table of contents
at
their website at http://www.wwnorton.com
Neil
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> On
Sun, 28 Sep 1997, [iso-8859-1] Sinverg=FCenza wrote:
>=20
>
> Can anyone quote me the passage where Burroughs says "In the
beginning =
was
>
> not the word" or something to this equivalent, and tell me where it
com=
es
>
> from? I don't know, it may be the same place where he says, "Language
i=
s a
>
> virus".
>
>=20
>
> Thanks,
>
> Leo
WSB
says somewhere in _The Adding Machine_ (I think--don't have book with
me):
"'In
the beginning was the word and the word *was* God.' And what does
that
make us? Ventriloquists' dummies."
*******
Jeff
Taylor
taylorjb@ctrvax.vanderbilt.edu
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Subject: The Sun Wields Mercy: Bukowski a poet.
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"Sarah
Christians" <slc@acquiesce.org> wrote:
"I
don't know if it's my place to jump in here, since I'm not nearly as well
versed
in Burkowski as I am in Kerouac, but I think that we should leave it
up to
more history and literary criticism to decide whether or not
Burkowski
is/was Beat. I mean, "Love is a
Dog From Hell" just doesn't
sound
beat. It's like, along with being Beat
("and down in the world")
they
considered themselves, 'beatific.' Now,
the root of all these words
still
goes back to 'beautiful' and Burkowski wasn't beautiful. His words
were
harsh, albeit real and he didn't much romanticize what he saw. When
considering
the poetry of Ginsberg, for example, or even of Neal Cassady,
the
words are harsh, but they are attempting to beautify what they see. I
do not
propose that Burkowski had no vision, I just assert that his style
is
somewhat apart from what can be termed conventionally as 'Beat.'"
Sarah
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amici
beat,
i think
bukowsky has pity on the humain pain, the poet writes:
---
has this happened before? is history
a circle that chatches itaself by the
tail,
a dream, a nightmare,
a general's dream, a president's
dream,
a dictator's dream...
can't we awaken?
or are the forces of life greater than
we?
can't we awaken? must we forever,
dear friends, die in our sleep?
---
or
---
I keep practicing death
and as the worms writhe
in agony of waiting
I might as well have another
drink, and I am thinking
I am there:
and I cross my legs
in the patio of
some Mexico City hotel
in 1997
---
saluti,
Rinaldo.
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From: "Diane M. Homza"
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Subject: what ever happened to Joyce Johnson....
I've
been wondering about this for a very long time, ever since I read
Minor
Characters not too long ago. But no one
seemed to know. Well, today
I
received in the mail grad school info from Columbia University, & I was
reading
the writing section of the catalog, & there was a Joyce Johnson
listed
among the faculty. I gasped, &
finally found the professor bios, &
sure
enough:
Joyce
Johnson, Professor of Writing
BA,
Barnard, 1955. Author of Minor
Characters (winner of the 1983 National
Book
Critics Circle Award), What Lisa Knew: the Truths & Lies of the Lisa
Steinberg
Case, and three novels In the Night Cafe, Bad Connections, and
Come
Join the Dance. Work has appeared in
Vanity Fair, The New Yorker,
Harper's,
The New York Times Magazine, New York, Mirabella, Fame, and
Harper's
Bazaar. Co-winner of the O. Henry Award
for best short story of
1987. National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship,
1992.
(Typed
out with no permission what-so-ever from the 1997-1998 Columbia
University
bulletin)
Diane.
--
I
should have loved a thunderbird instead. --Sylvia Plath
Diane
M. Homza
ek242@cleveland.freenet.edu
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Richard
Wallner wrote:
>
>
For those of you who have not yet purchased "Some of the Dharma", you
can
>
now do so cheaply! The Strand bookstore
in NYC has a whole stack of
>
brand new, shrinkwrapped, "Some of the Dharma" copies available for
>
$22.00, more than ten bucks off the $32.95 cover price.
>
>
Just thought I'd pass that along...
>
>
RJW
saw
used copy of it in Ichabods on Broadway in Denver for $18.00. it is
on my
next spring list so i decided to let it go for now.
dbr
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From: Jeffrey Weinberg
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Subject: Beat-L Special
I have
copies of the hardcover first edition of Kerouac's Selected Letters -
as new
in dust jacket - and signed by editor Ann Charters.
Available
to Beat-L members for $15.00 plus $1.50 shipping (USA)
while
supply lasts. Foreign orders: shipping is $3.00.
This
book originally published at $29.95 so that's a savings of almost 50%
plus
these copies are signed....
Thanks
_
Jeffrey
Water
Row Books
PO Box
438
Sudbury
MA 01776
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Thanks
everyone who helped me try and figure out who this mystery Arthur
interviewer
is. I have to go back to the original tape again, and maybe I
will
hear one of these names -- Arthurs Godfrey and Barlow, and Arnold
Beerbaum
-- in the previously incomprehensible bit. (What was that, "You
can't
learn anything you don't already know?")
Ruled
out Arthur Knight because I called him this evening and asked him.
Very
nice fellow, and he referred me to a Web site with his and his wife
Kit's
work on it -- including this real gem, a profile of Burroughs called
"The
Man Is Supremely Bored,"
<http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/2188/wbkk.html>.
What
this is about, anyway: this transcription is part of a book I am
writing,
a sort of personal take on Beat influence in the 90s. Actually, if
anyone
is interested in reading some of the stuff that's already done (I
would
like the feedback), you can email me. But beware, it is quite long.
m
email
stutz@dsl.org Copyright (c) 1997
Michael Stutz; this information is
<http://dsl.org/m/> free and may be reproduced under GNU GPL,
and as long
as this sentence remains;
it comes with absolutely NO
WARRANTY; for details see
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