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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 (or so)

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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

 

_____________________________end cross post __________________________

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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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.

 

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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,

 

_____________________end cross post  __________________________

--

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Thu, 25 Sep 1997 21:27:36 -0400

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From:         Jenn Fedor <Tread37@AOL.COM>

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,

 

Arthur

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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

To:            Bananafish List <bananafish@lists.nyu.edu>

Reply-to:      bananafish@lists.nyu.edu

 

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 <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 05:33:25 -0500

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 07:48:48 -0800

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The Stones cruz into Columbus

***

http://www.buchenroth.com/stones.html

***

--------------------------------------------------------

Name: Michael L. Buchenroth

Buchenroth Publishing Company

E-mail: Michael L. Buchenroth <mike@mail.buchenroth.com>

Date: 09/26/97

Time: 07:48:48

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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 09:04:59 -0400

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 09:26:32 EDT

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From:         Bill Gargan <WXGBC@CUNYVM.BITNET>

Subject:      Re: Second cross Kerouac post

In-Reply-To:  Message of Thu, 25 Sep 1997 20:21:12 -0400 from <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

 

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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 08:40:04 -0500

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 08:51:50 -0700

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 11:48:46 -0400

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From:         Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG>

Subject:      Freedom Chants for the Roof of the World (fwd)

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---------- Forwarded message ----------

Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 09:24:27 -0400

From: "Paul McDonald, TeleReference LA, Main Info Services"

     <PAUL@LOUISVILLE.LIB.KY.US>

Reply-To: The Bohemian Mailing List <BOHEMIAN@MAELSTROM.STJOHNS.EDU>

To: BOHEMIAN@MAELSTROM.STJOHNS.EDU

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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 09:17:04 -0700

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From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 13:53:28 -0400

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From:         Marlene Giraud <M84M79@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: pome

 

lovely, marie.

made me feel very connected.

   ~~Marlene

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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 14:08:30 +0000

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Subject:      Re: pome

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 14:15:08 +0000

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 17:43:48 -0500

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From:         RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET>

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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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Date:         Fri, 26 Sep 1997 15:59:53 -0700

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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.

 

 

 

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

  Michael R. Brown                        foosi@global.california.com

+ -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- + -- +

 

                             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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From:         Dick Eiden <DickEiden@AOL.COM>

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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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Date:         Sat, 27 Sep 1997 01:42:09 -0500

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From:         Rod Macy <rodmacy@IQUEST.NET>

Subject:      What Happened to Kerouac?  the movie

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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 Fri, 26 Sep 1997 09:17:04 -0700  James Stauffer

<stauffer@PACBELL.NET> 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

E-mail: Michael L. Buchenroth <mike@mail.buchenroth.com>

Date: 09/26/97

Time: 14:08:37

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can anyone here with connections help this guy out?

thank you

randy

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From:          mkuhar@mail.ohio.net (Mark Kuhar)

Subject:       Help! Library Under Siege

To:            bananafish@lists.nyu.edu

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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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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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>>From: interzona@tmn.it (Taro)

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>>Subject: Beat...

>>Date: Fri, 26 Sep 1997 22:58:11 +0200

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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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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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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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Date:         Sat, 27 Sep 1997 12:02:03 -0400

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From:         Euhyun Jennifer Chun <ejc@GWIS2.CIRC.GWU.EDU>

Subject:      Hello again...

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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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Date:         Sat, 27 Sep 1997 11:32:54 -0400

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From:         Entropy Operator <rush2@INSTANTLINUX.COM>

Subject:      Re: Hello again...

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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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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 00:22:13 +0200

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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      Bob Dylan, Standing In The Doorway.

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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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Date:         Sat, 27 Sep 1997 18:56:42 -0400

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From:         Jonathan Pickle <jrpick@MAILA.WM.EDU>

Subject:      Re: Bob Dylan, Standing In The Doorway.

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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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From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      Re: Bob Dylan, Standing In The Doorway.

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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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Date:         Sat, 27 Sep 1997 23:14:01 -0400

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From:         Corduroy <corduroy@EARTHLINK.NET>

Subject:      U.S. distributors won't lay a hand on 'Lolita' movie

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Date:         Sat, 27 Sep 1997 20:31:40 -0700

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From:         James William Marshall <dv8@MAIL.NETSHOP.NET>

Subject:      Re: Bob Dylan, Standing In The Doorway.

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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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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 07:31:18 +0100

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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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Date:         Sat, 27 Sep 1997 23:01:25 -0700

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From:         Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

Subject:      Re: Thanks

 

-----Original Message-----

From: RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET>

To: BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Date: Friday, September 26, 1997 6:41 AM

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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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 02:18:16 -0400

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From:         Corduroy <corduroy@EARTHLINK.NET>

Subject:      Announcing -- Bohemian Ink / Published in Heaven

Comments: To: Jerry Aronson <JAR1945@aol.com>, Waterrow <waterrow@aol.com>,

          Steve Silberman <digaman@hotwired.com>,

          Scott Rettburg <authors.guide@miningco.com>,

          Redmon Barbry <rbarb@deltos.deltos.com>,

          "John S. Hall" <JOHNSHALL@aol.com>,

          Jeffrey Michael Richards <jmricha1@midway.uchicago.edu>,

          Jack Bowman <dapoets@bright.net>, GPS <zero@dircon.co.uk>,

          Dan Levy <danlevy@levity.com>,

          CRKSBOYE23@aol.com, Bob Holman <MouthMight@aol.com>,

          Bil Brown <bil@orca.sitesonthe.net>,

          Allen Hougland <wolfe@voicenet.com>

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          <BOHEMIAN@MAELSTROM.STJOHNS.EDU>

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Hundreds of new pages,

information for the next millenium,

flashy little buttons that light up

when you press them just the right way,

tell-tale packets on some of our net heros

such as Paul McDonald and Ron Whithead,

just to name a few (and there are more!)..

 

What can this be?

A blatent disrespect of your privacy?

More unwanted spam intended to get you to

pull up an internet page with a snappy

BUY TODAY slogan?

 

Ohhh, you'd be wrong to stop there!

 

Announcing, the Grand Opening (like that?) of:

 

T H E  B O H E M I A N  I N K (imagine that flashing).

@ http://www.levity.com/corduroy

 

The database is getting to huge to handle,

so your surfing needs have been met with

alphabetized sections of all the authors,

as well as meangingless labeling of their genres

meant to confuse you in a much better way than ever before!

 

That address again?

 

T H E  B O H E M I A N  I N K (still flashing).

@ http://www.levity.com/corduroy

 

Press the link now! Don't put it in your read-later file!

Just so you don't forget:

 

T H E  B O H E M I A N  I N K (yup, flashing).

@ http://www.levity.com/corduroy

 

 

 

And so on and so forth. Marketing is too much for me.

 

                        (cR)

 

 

__________

.........|   Bohemian Ink: http://www.levity.com/corduroy

.o..o..o.|

.........|              christopher d. ritter

--------.|            - corduroy@earthlink.net -

 ==|_|  ||

==[===] || "There is a struggle going on for the minds of

  |___| ||  American people. Every form of expression is

--------.|  subject to the attack of reaction. This attack

..KRUPS..|  comes in the shape of silence, persecution,

.........|  and censorship: three names for fear."

 ========                             - Circle, 1948 -

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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      calandro

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http://www.webcity.it/aldorock/index.html

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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 03:01:17 -0700

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From:         Leon Tabory <letabor@CRUZIO.COM>

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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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 15:53:18 +0100

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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      If We Take by Charles Bukowski.

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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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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 13:06:43 -0400

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From:         "R. Bentz Kirby" <bocelts@SCSN.NET>

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Subject:      Re: Bob Dylan, Standing In The Doorway.

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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

 

http://www.scsn.net/users/sclaw

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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 15:27:27 -0400

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From:         Richard Wallner <rwallner@CAPACCESS.ORG>

Subject:      Some of the Dharma cheap!

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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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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 19:37:57 UT

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From:         Sherri <love_singing@CLASSIC.MSN.COM>

Subject:      Re: Some of the Dharma cheap!

 

WOW!!  thanks Richard, got an address or phone # for those of us on the Left

Coast?

 

ciao,

sherri

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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 19:10:28 +0000

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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 Webster

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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 20:53:06 -0500

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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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Date:         Sun, 28 Sep 1997 21:12:48 -0700

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From:         "Michael R. Brown" <foosi@GLOBAL.CALIFORNIA.COM>

Subject:      Kesey recovering after mild stroke (fwd)

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Let's think many good thoughts for the PrankStar.

 

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Date: 28 Sep 1997 23:42:23 GMT

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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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From:         John J Dorfner <Jjdorfner@AOL.COM>

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 dorfner

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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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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

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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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From:         Alex Howard <kh14586@ACS.APPSTATE.EDU>

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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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Date:         Mon, 29 Sep 1997 12:16:00 -0400

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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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From:         Bill Gargan <WXGBC@CUNYVM.BITNET>

Subject:      Re: Beat List

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              <jymmoon@EXECPC.COM>

 

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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Date:         Mon, 29 Sep 1997 13:58:50 -0400

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From:         George Russell <CodyPomera@AOL.COM>

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

      Publicist

      212/536-5898

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From:         Jorgiana S Jake <jorgiana@U.ARIZONA.EDU>

Subject:      Re: What Happened to Kerouac?  the movie

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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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From:         Jorgiana S Jake <jorgiana@U.ARIZONA.EDU>

Subject:      Re: Bob Dylan, Standing In The Doorway.

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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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Date:    9/29/97 1:58 PM

 

 

    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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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

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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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

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At 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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From:         Mike Rice <mrice@CENTURYINTER.NET>

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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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              Standing In The Doorway.

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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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From:         Michael Skau <mskau@CWIS.UNOMAHA.EDU>

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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From:         "Paul A. Maher Jr." <mapaul@PIPELINE.COM>

Subject:      Contents of The Kerouac Quarterly Vol. I, No. 2

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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

 

http://www.freeyellow.com/members/upstartcrow/KerouacQuarterly

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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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              much ado about nothing

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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!!!!)

 

dbr

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From:         Matthew S Sackmann <msackma@MAILHOST.TCS.TULANE.EDU>

Subject:      Re: new album from Patti Smith

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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: http://www.charm.net/~brooklyn/ |

|     (the beat literature web site)                 |

|                                                    |

|        "Coffeehouse: Writings from the Web"        |

|          (a real book, like on paper)              |

|             also at http://coffeehousebook.com     |

|                                                    |

|              *---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---* |

|                                                    |

|                Mister, I ain't a boy, no I'm a man |

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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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Subject: 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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From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Burroughs in the Norton

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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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From:         Jeff Taylor <taylorjb@CTRVAX.VANDERBILT.EDU>

Subject:      Re: In the beginning was the word

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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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From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

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" <ek242@CLEVELAND.FREENET.EDU>

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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From:         RACE --- <race@MIDUSA.NET>

Subject:      Re: Some of the Dharma cheap!

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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 <Waterrow@AOL.COM>

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

 

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