=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 19:10:46 PST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Keith Medline <mrsparty@HOTMAIL.COM>

Subject:      Re: Apology to Keith...

Content-Type: text/plain

 

Mr. Lewis,

 

     I accept your apology.  Thank you for apologizing to me publicly,

it shows a great deal of class and integrity.  I commend you and not

wavering on your opinions that takes courage.

 

Keith

 

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

Keith   mrsparty@hotmail.com /  I think of Dean Moriarty.

http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/rothko/31/index.html

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

 

 

______________________________________________________

Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 21:42:40 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: poem by anne walden

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Patricia Elliott wrote:

>

> Romance

>   poem by Anne Walden

>

> Wind in foothills

>   Automatically dramatic, dominating

>   and side by side with lavish texture & style

>   You could always do this & are liberated-

>   No going back! the wind says You

>   are amusing & therefore the wind moves for you,

>   spins for you and won't settle easily tomight

>   Wind can be rueful too, and stubborn

>   not behaving like any government.

 

Wind essence of romance foothills or Flinthills by the Kaw the people of

the southwind sing stories in the nights of she and of lovers and of the

journey of romance we call living.

 

thanks so much for the wonderful poem, p.

 

p,l,& u

d

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 04:15:41 UT

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: poem by anne walden

 

Baby, just finished reading the posts from July 10, you sent me.  breathless,

awestruck and oh my God i want you!!!!!!!

 

devouringly,

sherri

 

----------

From:   BEAT-L: Beat Generation List on behalf of RACE ---

Sent:   Tuesday, October 28, 1997 7:42 PM

To:     BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU

Subject:        Re: poem by anne walden

 

Patricia Elliott wrote:

>

> Romance

>   poem by Anne Walden

>

> Wind in foothills

>   Automatically dramatic, dominating

>   and side by side with lavish texture & style

>   You could always do this & are liberated-

>   No going back! the wind says You

>   are amusing & therefore the wind moves for you,

>   spins for you and won't settle easily tomight

>   Wind can be rueful too, and stubborn

>   not behaving like any government.

 

Wind essence of romance foothills or Flinthills by the Kaw the people of

the southwind sing stories in the nights of she and of lovers and of the

journey of romance we call living.

 

thanks so much for the wonderful poem, p.

 

p,l,& u

d

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 22:20:33 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Bob Lewis <kokupokit@JUNO.COM>

Subject:      Re: Apology to Keith...

 

Keith-

thanks for overlooking my previous ignorance- and acting like the adult.

too bad all the arguments on this list aren't so simply solved :)

in retrospect, i should've mentioned this poem by ferlinghetti as a

response to your poem:

The world is a beautiful place

        to be born into

if you don't mind happiness

        not always being

                so very much fun

if you don't mind a touch of hell

                now and then...

 

ya get the point.  it's from "25", in "pictures of a gone world". I've

got it in an anthology city lights put out a couple years ago.  it's a

great intro to the beat poetry, especially for those like myself who are

not huge on poetry.

 

been reading "the adding machine" for the first time- great book.

probably the best of burroughs i've read.  i think what fascinates me

most about the beats is the collective amount of intelligence.   anybody

have suggestions for other reading similar to this type of writing by any

of the beats?

also seeking spoken word from ginsberg- i've got a couple clips from the

internet, but can't find anything else.  does it exist?? and where should

i be looking??

thanks for the help!

bob

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 22:19:23 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      Re: poem by anne walden

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Sherri wrote:

>

> Baby, just finished reading the posts from July 10, you sent me.  breathless,

> awestruck and oh my God i want you!!!!!!!

>

well dear, bad news, my dear one sits beside me and caught your post.

we are discovered.  When william was driven to describe me, he would

sometimes say well she is very popular with the gentlemen, and raise his

brows.  but not after my dear one made me go legal. but i hope this

doesn't rule out a group hug.  I would love to have a party,  if any you

are thinking of coming to lawrence, the beat hotel just put a wall on

its downstairs bed room and bathroom. very modern

regards patricia

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 20:56:49 -0800

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      Re: cheap used books (was Re: Steal this book)

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Michael,

 

I would have to check my recollection, but I believe Al Hinkle is in Los

Gatos, Ca.  I recall a reference in John Cassidy's interview on Levi's

site where describes talking to Al in a supermarket--a nice Beat

interaction, totally anonymous, in a good old supermarket.

 

J. Stauffer

 

Michael Stutz wrote:

>

> On Mon, 27 Oct 1997, randy royal wrote:

>

> > at my church's used book store i found am ugly looking hardback copy

> > of herman hesse's siddartha. for only a quarter. that was yesterday.

> > randy

>

> i went hogwild at a library book sale this weekend, ~15 books for $3,

> including _a coney island of the mind_. and i recently bought the letters of

> wsb, 1945-1959, been immersed in this for past few days. one thing i

> wondered is what became of hinckle and his wife?

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 23:05:28 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Donald G. Jr. Lee" <donlee@COMP.UARK.EDU>

Subject:      Beat addresses

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

Does anyone know of a single source for getting the various addresses of

Beat writers who are still around and writing?

 

Don Lee

Fayetteville, Ark.

 

"I always imagined I would write a book, if only a small one, that would

carry one away, into a realm that could not be measured nor even

remembered."

                                 -- Patti Smith, Woolgathering

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 21:13:29 -0800

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      Re: What do you think??

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Jo,

 

It's a mixed bag.  If someone like Livan Hernandez really wants to be

able to excercize all his options he comes here--for the money, for the

chance to play the best, or just to be able to make his own choices.

 

Cuba beats us at dealing with infant mortality (which given our

resources is inexcusable.) We beat them at offering a freer intellectual

and economic climate for those with abilities.  Maybe one would rather

be an infant in Cuba, but a dissident or a baseball player here.  There

are trade offs both ways, not always very nice ones in either case.

 

J. Stauffer

 

 

Tim Gallagher wrote . . .snip

> >

> >True, but also to play against and with the best in the world.  Big bucks is

> >a consequence of being the best.

>

Jo Grant wrote

> Cuba has the lowest infant mortality rate in this hemisphere--possibly the

> world.  Where are the big bucks that are the consequence of being the best

> at saving the lives of infants? Or are big bucks not always the consequence

> of being the best--just being the best at games?

>

> j grant

>

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 00:49:05 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      to Marie, one of our list poets

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Thanks Marie, but I'm no less unblemished by anger than others right now.

 

I am glad to be back though. As you were preparing to get away to Louisville

- and by the way, I loved your travel tales - I was listening again, at

length to your reading on the tape you sent me. It had taken me a long time

before I would brave opening the package and listening to you read; I think

I was afraid of the power I might have to confront; they had lifted off the

pages of your e-mail and god only knew what they would be like out of your

mouth!

 

        No fear - one quiet night, late, it was a great pleasure to listen

to your calm, albeit with the anger showing through, appropriately, at

times. Have listened a number of times again since then (it was late

August), always late at night. They've been nice to have around as I've

withdrawn a bit from the activity of the Beat list. What a time to choose to

come back.

 

        Regarding your travels, the Albany Bus Depot story particularly

resonated. Five or six years ago, when I was more regularly travelling back

and forth to New York/Connecticut I picked up a guy hitchhiking right at the

border north of Plattsburgh. His car had brokn down between Montreal and the

border, he had to get back to Washington, D.C., and with a short ride to the

border he had waited for the bus to arrive so he could get on it and

continue his trip. His name was Bob or Charles Blue, black guy from the

States who had been living outside of Montreal.

 

        The bus driver wouldn't let him get on the bus; said there wasn't

enough room. Bob was pretty pissed off when I picked him up but with a nice

zen overlay! I was thinking to myself, "Goddamn racist bus driver!" Told him

I could get him as far as Albany. Somewhere near Saratoga Springs a

Greyhound bus hove into view and we decided it was the same bus. I said,

"Cool, we can meet him at the terminal in Albany!" We tucked right in behind

him and followed him in. I pulled right along side of him as the bus stopped

and Bob whipped out and ran up the steps as the door opened... "Got any room

for the rest of the trip?" It was great! The bus driver said " Where did you

come from? ....yeah, I think so.."  Turned out, by the way that he was black

too! I talked to Bob a few times over the next year and a half whenever he

was in town, till we finally lost touch. Road trips - I love 'em.

 

        Your poems that you post continue to find a quiet place in my poetry

mailbox. Keep it up. I'm still goin' to come your way one of these

days...I'll give you plenty of warning and will try to do it soon before you

take off west. I saw in Derek's post to Leon that you stopped in Noank on

your way back north...How is the old place?

 

                Antoine

 

                ****************

 

>i don't think i can do justice to just who glad i am that you are back and

>active among us, antoine, with your clarity and respectful attitudes,

>may we all take a lesson from you.

>mc

>

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 00:49:08 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Re: stock market

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

What great investing advice David. What do you charge to execute a trade?

...any disciunt rates for volume trades?

 

                Antoine

 

>sitting quietly doing nothing

>daylight savings time comes

>and the stock market crashes by itself ....

>

>

>what is the meaning of the stock market crash!!!????

>have you had breakfast?

>yes....?....

>do the dishes ....

>

>david rhaesa

>salina, Kansas

>

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 23:48:52 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: stock market

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Antoine Maloney wrote:

>

> What great investing advice David. What do you charge to execute a trade?

> ...any disciunt rates for volume trades?

>

>                 Antoine

>

 

just blue light specials.  the market seemed to respond rather well

today to this advice by the way :)

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

 

> >sitting quietly doing nothing

> >daylight savings time comes

> >and the stock market crashes by itself ....

> >

> >

> >what is the meaning of the stock market crash!!!????

> >have you had breakfast?

> >yes....?....

> >do the dishes ....

> >

> >david rhaesa

> >salina, Kansas

> >

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 00:13:01 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      AG Spoken word (was Re: Apology to Keith...

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Bob Lewis wrote:

>

> also seeking spoken word from ginsberg- i've got a couple clips from the

> internet, but can't find anything else.  does it exist?? and where should

> i be looking??

 

wonderful box set of cd's available called "Holy Soul Jelly Roll".  I

can't recall who produced it off hand.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

> thanks for the help!

> bob

=========================================================================

Date:         Tue, 28 Oct 1997 22:15:34 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: What do you think??

Comments: To: stauffer@pacbell.net

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

>Jo,

>

>It's a mixed bag.  If someone like Livan Hernandez really wants to be

>able to excercize all his options he comes here--for the money, for the

>chance to play the best, or just to be able to make his own choices.

>

>Cuba beats us at dealing with infant mortality (which given our

>resources is inexcusable.)

 

I didn't say anything about this before, but I am very cynical about tis

statistic.

 

 >We beat them at offering a freer intellectual

>and economic climate for those with abilities.  Maybe one would rather

>be an infant in Cuba, but a dissident or a baseball player here.  There

>are trade offs both ways, not always very nice ones in either case.

>

>J. Stauffer

>

>

>Tim Gallagher wrote . . .snip

 

Who's Tim Gallagher?

 

 

>> >

>> >True, but also to play against and with the best in the world.  Big bucks is

>> >a consequence of being the best.

>>

>Jo Grant wrote

>> Cuba has the lowest infant mortality rate in this hemisphere--possibly the

>> world.  Where are the big bucks that are the consequence of being the best

>> at saving the lives of infants? Or are big bucks not always the consequence

>> of being the best--just being the best at games?

>>

>> j grant

>>

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 01:22:02 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Ballad of the Skeletons

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Rinaldo,

 

        Found the words buried in an interview that Steve Siberman conducted

with Allen shortly before his death.  Good interview at

 

http://porter.appstate.edu/~kh14586/links/beats/ginsberg/ag_htwired.html

 

        I'll try to find "Amazing Grace". I heard another wonderful version

of this that he did accompanied by the great Cape Breton fiddler, Ashley

MacIsaac. Haven't tracked a copy of that yet.

 

               Antoine

 

I see now that Dave Redfern has beat me to the punch...here it is anyway.

 

 

Said the Presidential Skeleton

I won't sign the bill

Said the Speaker skeleton

Yes you will

 

Said the Representative Skeleton

I object

Said the Supreme Court skeleton

Whaddya expect

 

Said the Miltary skeleton

Buy Star Bombs

Said the Upperclass Skeleton

Starve unmarried moms

 

Said the Yahoo Skeleton

Stop dirty art

Said the Right Wing skeleton

Forget about yr heart

 

Said the Gnostic Skeleton

The Human Form's divine

Said the Moral Majority skeleton

No it's not it's mine

 

Said the Buddha Skeleton

Compassion is wealth

Said the Corporate skeleton

It's bad for your health

 

Said the Old Christ skeleton

Care for the Poor

Said the Son of God skeleton

AIDS needs cure

 

Said the Homophobe skeleton

Gay folk suck

Said the Heritage Policy skeleton

Blacks're outa luck

 

Said the Macho skeleton

Women in their place

Said the Fundamentalist skeleton

Increase human race

 

Said the Right-to-Life skeleton

Foetus has a soul

Said Pro Choice skeleton

Shove it up your hole

 

Said the Downsized skeleton

Robots got my job

Said the Tough-on-Crime skeleton

Tear gas the mob

 

Said the Governor skeleton

Cut school lunch

Said the Mayor skeleton

Eat the budget crunch

 

Said the Neo Conservative skeleton

Homeless off the street!

Said the Free Market skeleton

Use 'em up for meat

 

Said the Think Tank skeleton

Free Market's the way

Said the Saving & Loan skeleton

Make the State pay

 

Said the Chrysler skeleton

Pay for you & me

Said the Nuke Power skeleton

& me & me & me

 

Said the Ecologic skeleton

Keep Skies blue

Said the Multinational skeleton

What's it worth to you?

 

Said the NAFTA skeleton

Get rich, Free Trade,

Said the Maquiladora skeleton

Sweat shops, low paid

 

Said the rich GATT skeleton

One world, high tech

Said the Underclass skeleton

Get it in the neck

 

Said the World Bank skeleton

Cut down your trees

Said the I.M.F. skeleton

Buy American cheese

 

Said the Underdeveloped skeleton

We want rice

Said Developed Nations' skeleton

Sell your bones for dice

 

Said the Ayatollah skeleton

Die writer die

Said Joe Stalin's skeleton

That's no lie

 

Said the Middle Kingdom skeleton

We swallowed Tibet

Said the Dalai Lama skeleton

Indigestion's whatcha get

 

Said the World Chorus skeleton

That's their fate

Said the U.S.A. skeleton

Gotta save Kuwait

 

Said the Petrochemical skeleton

Roar Bombers roar!

Said the Psychedelic skeleton

Smoke a dinosaur

 

Said Nancy's skeleton

Just say No

Said the Rasta skeleton

Blow Nancy Blow

 

Said Demagogue skeleton

Don't smoke Pot

Said Alcoholic skeleton

Let your liver rot

 

Said the Junkie skeleton

Can't we get a fix?

Said the Big Brother skeleton

Jail the dirty pricks

 

Said the Mirror skeleton

Hey good looking

Said the Electric Chair skeleton

Hey what's cooking?

 

Said the Talkshow skeleton

Fuck you in the face

Said the Family Values skeleton

My family values mace

 

Said the NY Times skeleton

That's not fit to print

Said the CIA skeleton

Cantcha take a hint?

 

Said the Network skeleton

Believe my lies

Said the Advertising skeleton

Don't get wise!

 

Said the Media skeleton

Believe you me

Said the Couch-potato skeleton

What me worry?

 

Said the TV skeleton

Eat sound bites

Said the Newscast skeleton

That's all Goodnight

 

Steve Silberman: Thank you, Allen.

 

 

 

 

 

>friends,

>by the Campo Santa Margherita, in a shop window

>Allen Ginsberg looks at me, i brought the lion

>for real, worth buying, in the tracks there's

>as a plus for the CD italian edition "the ballad of

>skeletons" and "amazing grace" but there's isn't

>the lirycs, help!, i appreciate if one can post it,

>un mucchio di grazie in anticipo da

>Rinaldo.

>

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 01:38:28 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Re: AG Spoken word (was Re: Apology to Keith...

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Hal Wilner produced it and Rhino brought it out.

 

Antoine

 

 

>Bob Lewis wrote:

>>

>> also seeking spoken word from ginsberg- i've got a couple clips from the

>> internet, but can't find anything else.  does it exist?? and where should

>> i be looking??

>

>wonderful box set of cd's available called "Holy Soul Jelly Roll".  I

>can't recall who produced it off hand.

>

>david rhaesa

>salina, Kansas

>> thanks for the help!

>> bob

>

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 00:58:29 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         jo grant <jgrant@BOOKZEN.COM>

Subject:      Re: AG Spoken word (was Re: Apology to Keith...

In-Reply-To:  <3456D3ED.FD5@midusa.net>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

>Bob Lewis wrote:

>>

>> also seeking spoken word from ginsberg- i've got a couple clips from the

>> internet, but can't find anything else.  does it exist?? and where should

>> i be looking??

>

>wonderful box set of cd's available called "Holy Soul Jelly Roll".  I

>can't recall who produced it off hand.

>

>david rhaesa

>salina, Kansas

>> thanks for the help!

>> bob

 

 

Rhino Records. The text of the booklet that comes with the four CD's is at:

 

http://www.bookzen.com/holy_soul.html

 

Great reading and the CD's are absolutely wonderful. If you need Rhinos

address, E-mail, etc. let me know..

 

j grant

 

        Small Press Authors and Publishers display books

                        FREE

                           at

                            BookZen

                        http://www.bookzen.com

             402,900 visitors - 07-01-96 to 07-01-97

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 01:01:01 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         jo grant <jgrant@BOOKZEN.COM>

Subject:      Re: What do you think??

In-Reply-To:  <v01510100b07c156ccffa@[128.125.222.5]>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

>>Jo,

>>

>>It's a mixed bag.  If someone like Livan Hernandez really wants to be

>>able to excercize all his options he comes here--for the money, for the

>>chance to play the best, or just to be able to make his own choices.

>>

>>Cuba beats us at dealing with infant mortality (which given our

>>resources is inexcusable.)

>

>I didn't say anything about this before, but I am very cynical about tis

>statistic.

 

 

Call the Reference Desk at your nearby public, college or university library.

 

Ask for: Infant mortality rates world wide. They have 'em.

 

j grant

 

        Small Press Authors and Publishers display books

                        FREE

                           at

                            BookZen

                        http://www.bookzen.com

             402,900 visitors - 07-01-96 to 07-01-97

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 11:12:00 +0100

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Nils-Oivind Haagensen <Nils-Oivind.Haagensen@LILI.UIB.NO>

Subject:      kerouacs dharma

In-Reply-To:  <"noralf.uib.873:29.10.97.05.14.52"@uib.no>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

THE TRUE MIND is like the Diamond

sound---accidental thoughts come & go

to try imprinting on its surface, but

they cant really...

(some of the dharma, page 168)

 

--- reminds me of emily dickinsons poem 701

which goes something like:

 

a thought went up my mind today

that i have had before

but did not finish - some way back -

i could not fix the year

 

nor where it went - nor why it came -

the second time to me

nor exactly what it was -

have i the art to say

 

--- a poem which i am sure kerouac knew

and an interesting simlarity between

dickinsons fixation and kerouacs evation

of thoughts

 

the thinking, the thinker & the thought-of

---all 3 equally empty & same, in

reality invisible

(sotd, p. 144)

 

--- so kerouacs budhism and dickinsons musing

sharing the same outlook

(one major difference in dickinsons final

verse when she refers to the first

and second thought as "the Thing," as in

she's met the thing before, according to

kerouac no division between man and thoughts

 

--- i believe in emptiness, i do not believe in things

(sotd, p.175)

 

 

--- so what am i doing? thinking? or nothing?

probably both!

 

nh

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 06:33:39 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      morning thoughts

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

the myth

 

Fire up Thunder Creek and the mountain --

                troy's burning!

The cloud mutters

The mountains are your mind.

The woods bristle there,

Dogs barking and children shrieking

Rise from below.

Rain falls for centuries

Soaking the loose rocks in space

Sweet rain, the fire's out

The black snag glistens in the rain

& the last wisp of smoke floats up

Into the absolute cold

Into the spiral whorls of fire

The storms of the Milky Way

"Buddha incense in an empty world"

Black pit cold and light-year

Flame tongue of the dragon

Licks the sun

 

The sun is but a morning star

 

                -- Gary Snyder

 

dbr

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 08:36:35 +0000

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

Subject:      Re: See ya later. . .

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854";

              x-mac-creator="4D4F5353"

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

well, guys we've lost another friendly and informative soul again.

md

 

M. Cakebread wrote:

 

> Well, I've been back for a few DAZE and I'm outta here

> once again.  Too much crap for me!!!

>

> Mike

>

> PS. If anyone needs me, you know where I am.

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:15:12 +0000

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

Subject:      Re: to Marie, one of our list poets

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854";

              x-mac-creator="4D4F5353"

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

hi antoine: noank was wonderful as always. i met my 'surrogate' family there

many years ago when my mother was dying in denial. i lived on a 27 foot

unmasted sailboat (whchi regularly needed fiberglassing (like after every

rain). i met  a friend from montpelier there who gave me a ride home. it is

lovely and as beautifull and noncommercial as always.

i'm glad you've been enjoying my poetry. i have too. what fun., i try to keep

focused on the good, chide the rude, and keep truckin. in many ways i am

writing for my life. i am writing my way out of a profession i can no longer do

into the profession i've always been afraid to dare to aspire.

but i'm writing.

it's so good to know you are reading and listening.

i'm working on another tape, to include more recent pomes. would you like one?

and ps i'm going to do some readings out on west coast leave dec 15 return jan

18: will have email. of course. goin out to visit leon, jim, sherri, anne

marie. etc. leon is my host.

i hope to have even more poems aftwerwards. the trip out there is 3 days on the

train with 6 hr layovers in chicago: anyone know of anything decent near the

chicago train station? bookstore? pub? non plastic foodd?

antoine my friend, stay in touch and let me know if you want the tape. i need

to practice. i like to imagine my audience.

you are always out there smiling kindly

marie

 

Antoine Maloney wrote:

 

> Thanks Marie, but I'm no less unblemished by anger than others right now.

>

> I am glad to be back though. As you were preparing to get away to Louisville

> - and by the way, I loved your travel tales - I was listening again, at

> length to your reading on the tape you sent me. It had taken me a long time

> before I would brave opening the package and listening to you read; I think

> I was afraid of the power I might have to confront; they had lifted off the

> pages of your e-mail and god only knew what they would be like out of your

> mouth!

>

>         No fear - one quiet night, late, it was a great pleasure to listen

> to your calm, albeit with the anger showing through, appropriately, at

> times. Have listened a number of times again since then (it was late

> August), always late at night. They've been nice to have around as I've

> withdrawn a bit from the activity of the Beat list. What a time to choose to

> come back.

>

>         Regarding your travels, the Albany Bus Depot story particularly

> resonated. Five or six years ago, when I was more regularly travelling back

> and forth to New York/Connecticut I picked up a guy hitchhiking right at the

> border north of Plattsburgh. His car had brokn down between Montreal and the

> border, he had to get back to Washington, D.C., and with a short ride to the

> border he had waited for the bus to arrive so he could get on it and

> continue his trip. His name was Bob or Charles Blue, black guy from the

> States who had been living outside of Montreal.

>

>         The bus driver wouldn't let him get on the bus; said there wasn't

> enough room. Bob was pretty pissed off when I picked him up but with a nice

> zen overlay! I was thinking to myself, "Goddamn racist bus driver!" Told him

> I could get him as far as Albany. Somewhere near Saratoga Springs a

> Greyhound bus hove into view and we decided it was the same bus. I said,

> "Cool, we can meet him at the terminal in Albany!" We tucked right in behind

> him and followed him in. I pulled right along side of him as the bus stopped

> and Bob whipped out and ran up the steps as the door opened... "Got any room

> for the rest of the trip?" It was great! The bus driver said " Where did you

> come from? ....yeah, I think so.."  Turned out, by the way that he was black

> too! I talked to Bob a few times over the next year and a half whenever he

> was in town, till we finally lost touch. Road trips - I love 'em.

>

>         Your poems that you post continue to find a quiet place in my poetry

> mailbox. Keep it up. I'm still goin' to come your way one of these

> days...I'll give you plenty of warning and will try to do it soon before you

> take off west. I saw in Derek's post to Leon that you stopped in Noank on

> your way back north...How is the old place?

>

>                 Antoine

>

>                 ****************

>

> >i don't think i can do justice to just who glad i am that you are back and

> >active among us, antoine, with your clarity and respectful attitudes,

> >may we all take a lesson from you.

> >mc

> >

>  Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

>

>     "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

> cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 08:47:52 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Re: AG Spoken word (was Re: Apology to Keith...

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

I'll second what Joe Grant said. The CD notes - which I printed off

yesterday, are a great read, full of Allen's insights and the history of

their creation and recording.

 

at

 

http://www.bookzen.com/holy_soul.html

 

                Antoine

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 08:53:29 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Nick O. Seeya" <philzi@TIAC.NET>

Subject:      Re: long walk to the mailbox

In-Reply-To:  <199710280633.WAA05795@iceland.it.earthlink.net>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

At 10:33 PM 10/27/97 -0800, you wrote:

>I'd still like to know why Attila Gyenis (Blue Ribbon Boy) keeps a >post

office box in Lowell if he hasn't been there for a year and a >half? - G.

Nicosia

 

Gerry, don't tell anyone this. I wouldn't want it to leak out. Between you

and me. Shhhhh... John picks Attila up in his corporate jet and flies him

to New England to pick up his mail. Probably so he can give him his weekly

stipend ($$BIG BUCKS$$) and edit his magazine for him. I am pretty sure

there are a few book deals in the works. I also heard mention of a movie

deal where Attila will play a cabaret dancer. As always those lucrative

Viking ads keep rolling in. I'll see if I can get more inside information.

Nick O. Seeya - A.K.A. (Philzi C.)

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 08:58:02 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Hemenway . Mark" <MHemenway@DRC.COM>

Subject:      Re: Kerouac Source Material

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1"

 

Please don't tell me what my point is. I say it again. There is lots of

Kerouac material in libraries and Universities around the country. If

you want to see some lists, check out <<Dharma beat>> magazine.

 

Mark Hemenway

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:34:42 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: long walk to the mailbox

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

I have placed four of the Kerouac reviews of The New York Times from the

mid- to late 1950's on The Kerouac Quarterly web page. You may access it at:

 

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

 

                     Thank-you, Paul. . .

"We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway to our virtues."

                                           Henry David Thoreau

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:25:58 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Re: What do you think??

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Joe,

        I also have questions about the Cuban infant mortality figures and

I'm not reassured by the fact that I can find them quoted in the reference

material at my local library. Have to consider where the information flows

from. My questions certainly don't come from any base of knowledge; I don't

have any special insights into health care in Cuba.

 

        I believe that the US embargoes are wrong, but unfortunately I also

believe that they must be having some negative effects - on infant mortality

among other things. Fact is though that the siege mentality that Cuba has

been forced to adopt by the US actions is likely to drive them to sanitize

figures like this - just as has happened in other countries where the state

controls information. And none of this is to deny the facts of unacceptable

infant mortality, illiteracy and unemployment rates in our great

democracies...but they are democracies.

 

        Castro et al, on the other hand HAVE transformed Cuba from the days

of Batista and I'm prepared to be convinced that those extend to infant

mortality. Certainly, on the testimony of friends who have lived and worked

in Cuba, the quality and access to health care is admirable.

 

        Antoine

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:22:11 EST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Bill Gargan <WXGBC@CUNYVM.BITNET>

Subject:      scope of beat-l

 

Over the last week or so, posts have drifted somewhat far afield.  There

have also been many postings that would better have been backchanneled.

I've received several reminders about this privately, including one

request that I reset the "reply" button so that all replys go the the

sender rather than the list unless specifically specified.   Rather than

do this, I suggest that all of us make a conscious effort to foucs more

closely on the lives and literature of the Beat Generation, our list's

topic, and to only send messages to the list that are aimed at all

listmembers.

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:00:16 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      As for Poets

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

As For Poets

 

As for poets

The Earth Poets

Who write small poems,

Need help from no man.

 

The Air Poets

Play out the swiftest gales

And sometimes loll in the eddies.

Poem after poem,

Curling back on the same thrust.

 

Af fifty below

Fuel oil won't flow

And propane stays in the tank.

Fire Poets

Burn at absolute zero

Fossil love pumped back up.

 

The first

Water Poet

Stayed down six years.

He was covered with seaweed.

The life in his poem

Left millions of tiny

Different tracks

Criss-crossing through the mud.

 

With the Sun and Moon

In his belly,

The Space Poet

Sleeps.

No end to the sky --

But his poems,

Like wild geese,

Fly off the edge.

 

A Mind Poet

Stays in the house.

The house is empty

And it has no walls.

The poem

Is seen from all sides,

Everywhere,

At once.

 

        -- Gary Snyder

        from Turtle Island section "For the Children"

 

I think i definitely need to put this in instead of one of my three

epigrams at the beginning of the Work in Progress "salina, kansas"

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:29:01 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Kerouac Source Material

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

At 09:10 PM 10/28/97 -0500, you wrote:

>Mark:

>

>I don't think anyone questions that some materials are available.  That is

>not the question or the point.  You gloss over the fact that Sampas has, and

>this was confirmed to me in person by the librarian at Berkeley, attempted

>to force these libraries not to let people have access to any material that

>was originated by Jack Kerouac.  This worked at the UMass at Lowell.  I have

>seen comfirmation of the fact that scholars have been denied access to the

>archives there.  The question isn't what is out there.  The question is what

>is the estate sitting on, what has it sold and to whom, who stole the

>letters from U Mass at Lowell and why is John Sampas trying to keep people

>from accessing Kerouac's letters etc.  There are more questions, but the

>answers to these would be a good start.

>

I am appalled that such inaccuracies originate from one who is supposed to

be educated in the subject of law. The estate has never denied access to any

of its archives but merely, to require permission for the xeroxing of

documents originating from Jack Kerouac. Your research with Berkeley, I am

positive, was taken out of context.

  As far as stolen letters. Quite simply, what letters? The library has no

record of whatever letters in question as being stolen. This was confirmed

by myself when I was informed by Gerry Nicosia that I was suspected (by the

library) in this. With a clear conscience I know that I did not make off

with them. The librarian had no idea, nor is there documentation. when I

approached UMass Lowell police, they had nothing to go on. They have nothing

that is like the inventory list that is similar to the list on Jo Grant's

site. If these are the letters in question, suffice it to say that there has

not been an attempt to recover them because the existence of them in the

library is disputable.

     On the other hand, the security in the library is marginal. I remember

a case of some letters, dating from the 1700's to the present, (among them

letters from Thoreau and Emerson) donated to the library through the

passionate efforts of a professor of the same institution. The letters were

placed in a box similar to a shoe box and left on a open shelf like many

other items of ephemeral value. The letters were taken away by the

Massachusetts Historical Society when it made a surprise inspection to see

how the letters were being handled. Hoards of Kerouac fans each year go to

this place to see, hopefully, Kerouac items. They also go to the Lowell

Public Library. Items, books and such, from the city library had all been

made off with over the years. As it has been highlighted before in a similar

thread, books of this subject are often stolen from book stores. Anyone

wanting something bad enough will go to its source and take it.

 

   Paul....

"We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway to our virtues."

                                           Henry David Thoreau

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:14:45 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: naked lunch

In-Reply-To:  <Pine.3.89.9710181918.A426-0100000@vifa1>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

On Sat, 18 Oct 1997, Sarah Sage wrote:

 

> I recently wathched a video in class on W.S.Burroughs, and he talked

> about his book "Naked Lunch" and how it was put together randomly from

> different bits and pieces of his life. I was wondering if it is sort-of

> like Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse five". I would love to hear anyone and

> everyone's opinion on this.

 

This gets into issues of non-linearity of narrative versus aleatory forces

in composition. Vonnegut constructs a non-linear work of narrative

fragments that all revolve around a singular plot. Naked Lunch, on the

other hand, has non-linear and aleatory methods involved in the assemblage

of the work itself, and as wsb said of NL: "I do not attempt to impose

narrative, plot, continuity" or any other arbitrary constructs of fiction.

Burroughs does not establish any singular frame of reference, like

Vonnegut does (ie the main character, whose name escapes me, it's been

many years), but rather constructs a book that is all figure and no

ground.

 

Hope this helps,

Neil

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:20:48 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: wsb step-daughter?

In-Reply-To:  <971022124449_-526604709@emout14.mail.aol.com>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

On Wed, 22 Oct 1997, Sean Elias wrote:

 

> Reading H. Hunke's 'The Evening Sun...' he makes reference to a daughter

> of Joan Adams named Julie that lived with Joan and Bill in Texas.  She

> was then 5 yrs. old.  Does anyone have any info on what happened to

> this girl? Presumably she was sent to live with more responsible

> relatives after Bill killed her mom......Is she still alive???  Any info

> would be appreciated.

>

>              s.e.

 

As far as I remember, when Joan was killed, the kids went to live with her

parents. Whether or not the step-daughter  is still alive, or what, I have

no idea. Billy, of course, wrote a couple mediocre books and died of liver

disease. He was one of the unfortunate few who really suffered for having

known Burroughs. A nuclear family was impossible in his life. It doesn't

surprise me that a man whose fiction advocated the end of the American

mom, pop, two kids and a dog life saw his only bizarre incarnation of a

family disintegrate in a sordid affair. Try looking her up in the index in

Literary Outlaw.

 

Neil

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:27:28 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: Hello !

In-Reply-To:  <344F7F20.72E2@egenet.com.tr>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

On Thu, 23 Oct 1997, Murat Balkose wrote:

 

> Hello Neil,

>

>  The other two are:

>  1)Junky

>  2)Ghost of Chance

>

>  I know it is strange but Naked Lunced is not published yet but it is

> translated and ready to publish.The other book "Cities of the Red Night"

> is not published either.

>

>  I think I follow pretty good which book is/will published.I just read

> The Cat Inside and it is pretty good.

>

>  Ciao,

>  Murat Balkose

>

 

Hmm, I find that a rather odd three books to take as representative of

Burroughs' writing. Cat Inside and Junky are both Viking books though, so

perhaps that's the reason there, although I would choose The Western

Lands (also a Viking book) over those two. One odd consequence is that

readers of Cat Inside and Ghost of Chance would think of Burroughs  as

chiefly an animal loving sentimentalist, and would be shocked by any of

the earlier stuff, whereas people familiar with the bulk of his work

were shocked at the sensitivity of CI and GoC (perhaps shocked isn't the

right word, but surprised and intrigued).

 

just some random thoughts,

Neil

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:30:19 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: HELP PLEASE!!!!!!

In-Reply-To:  <BEAT-L%1997102319254037@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

On Thu, 23 Oct 1997, Bill Gargan wrote:

 

> Check out Eric Mottram's book "The Algebra of Need."  It's a good place to

 star

> t.  I'd give you additional suggestions but I think you'll find other sources

 f

> rom different listmembers.

>

 

As a starting point I'd recommend Jennie Skerl's _William Burroughs_.

Mottram is pretty heavy stuff, and requires a high degree of familiarity

with Naked Lunch and the cut-up trilogy. Skerl's is from the outset a

critical introduction and overview.

 

And if you want to get critical opinions from list-members, it's best to

post some of your own ideas to elicit responses.

 

Neil

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 11:48:38 +0000

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

Subject:      Re: As for Poets

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854";

              x-mac-creator="4D4F5353"

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

thanks dave, this is wonderful - mc

 

RACE --- wrote:

 

> As For Poets

>

> As for poets

> The Earth Poets

> Who write small poems,

> Need help from no man.

>

> The Air Poets

> Play out the swiftest gales

> And sometimes loll in the eddies.

> Poem after poem,

> Curling back on the same thrust.

>

> Af fifty below

> Fuel oil won't flow

> And propane stays in the tank.

> Fire Poets

> Burn at absolute zero

> Fossil love pumped back up.

>

> The first

> Water Poet

> Stayed down six years.

> He was covered with seaweed.

> The life in his poem

> Left millions of tiny

> Different tracks

> Criss-crossing through the mud.

>

> With the Sun and Moon

> In his belly,

> The Space Poet

> Sleeps.

> No end to the sky --

> But his poems,

> Like wild geese,

> Fly off the edge.

>

> A Mind Poet

> Stays in the house.

> The house is empty

> And it has no walls.

> The poem

> Is seen from all sides,

> Everywhere,

> At once.

>

>         -- Gary Snyder

>         from Turtle Island section "For the Children"

>

> I think i definitely need to put this in instead of one of my three

> epigrams at the beginning of the Work in Progress "salina, kansas"

>

> david rhaesa

> salina, Kansas

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:53:47 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: naked lunch

In-Reply-To:  <Pine.SOL.3.95q.971029101420.11426E-100000@picard.math.uwaterloo.ca>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

my quotation of Burroughs should have read "story plot continuity" sorry.

 

Neil

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 08:09:48 PST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Keith Medline <mrsparty@HOTMAIL.COM>

Subject:      BASEBALL and Cuba and Beat???

Content-Type: text/plain

 

Hello,

 

     I hate to be a pain, but what does baseball have to do with beat

topics?  I know Kerouac loved baseball and this country enjoys it as

well, but really can the three or four of you that discuss Cuba please

do so on a back channel.  Iyt would mean a lot to everyone else because

not many people as youcan see have joined in on your debate.

Thank you for considering this,

Keith

 

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

Keith   mrsparty@hotmail.com /  I think of Dean Moriarty.

http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/rothko/31/index.html

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

 

 

______________________________________________________

Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 08:22:31 -0800

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      Re: See ya later. /  post format

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Marie, (and Bill Gargan)

 

Sorry to see Mr. Cakebread go.  I'm wondering if a return to the interim

post format, where the default "reply" mode is a backchannel wouldn't

help restore civility to the list.  I, for one, preferred it that way.

 

J. Stauffer

 

Marie Countryman wrote:

>

> well, guys we've lost another friendly and informative soul again.

> md

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 11:16:53 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Ruski and the Jungle Rot Kid

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

I've recently picked up two little items of note. One is a parody of

Burroughs by science fiction writer and multiple Hugo award winner Philip

Jose Farmer. It's called "The Jungle Rot Kid on the Nod", and is included

in the anthology _Alien Sex_ edited by Ellen Datlow. It begins:

 

"If William Burroughs instead of Edgar Rice Burroughs had written the

Tarzan novels..."

 

and continues in a sometimes convincing, sometimes hilarious parody of

WSB, the highlight of which (for me) was the appearance of the

apeomorphine treatment. Haha, nothing like a good pun.

 

I've heard many critics, including Norman Mailer, give Burroughs high

praise for his use of dialect, and his ability to speak in character in

his writing; one critic went so far as to say that Burroughs had the best

ear for American dialects since Mark Twain. I didn't really realise how

good Burroughs was at this until I read someone try to imitate the way he

could slip into characters and speech mannerisms like so many masks. This

is the one spot in the parody where Farmer fails miserably, and it acts as

a testament to Burroughs' ability in that area.

 

I highly recommend it to any Burroughs admirer with a sense of humour,

which should be all of them, since he's such a wickedly funny writer.

 

The other piece I picked up was included in _A Twist of the Tale: An

Anthology of Cat Horror_, also edited by Ellen Datlow. It includes a

Burroughs piece called "Ruski" that was originally published as a

chap-book in 1988 in a really small edition of < 200, I think. This piece

acts as an interesting counter-point to The Cat Inside, and any other

sensitive cat writings that have appeared in his work throughout the years

in The Western Lands, and My Education. In this story Ruski is a cat that

belongs to Gatsby, and spooks all the guests at parties until he gets his

brains bashed in. Not something that would have appeared in The Cat

Inside. It smacks of a dream story, although he never states it

outright. In a bizarre way, it was almost comforting to see Burroughs

write a twisted cat story involving his first beloved cat; it was an

indication that nothing is sacred (or true) and that he could turn his

dark fantasies on his own love, even if only for a moment.

 

Both are mass market paperbacks widely available for little money.

 

Cheers,

Neil

 

(the one-man official beat content machine ;-)

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:29:52 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         jo grant <jgrant@BOOKZEN.COM>

Subject:      Re: BASEBALL and Cuba and Beat???

In-Reply-To:  <19971029160949.15568.qmail@hotmail.com>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

>Hello,

>

>     I hate to be a pain, but what does baseball have to do with beat

>topics?  I know Kerouac loved baseball and this country enjoys it as

>well, but really can the three or four of you that discuss Cuba please

>do so on a back channel.  Iyt would mean a lot to everyone else because

>not many people as youcan see have joined in on your debate.

>Thank you for considering this,

>Keith

>

 

You're right, of course. As I was going on about Cuba, etc. that fact was

right in the front of my mind, but I was down there while that revolution

was going on, had first-hand experience with why that revolution happened,

understand it, support it, live with the deprivation the Cuban people face,

and had to jump up on the "stage" and grab the "mic."

 

By the way, if any on the list speak Spanish and want to contact Cuban

librarians about any Spanish translations of Beat authors I'll provide an

E-mail address. But you must remember, that contacting a Cuban librarian

and asking about a book, is a felony crime in the United States--but only

in the United States, so maybe that will change soon.

 

j grant

 

        Small Press Authors and Publishers display books

                        FREE

                           at

                            BookZen

                        http://www.bookzen.com

             402,900 visitors - 07-01-96 to 07-01-97

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:35:52 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         jo grant <jgrant@BOOKZEN.COM>

Subject:      Re: An end to Responding to second-hand Sampas

In-Reply-To:  <1.5.4.32.19971029152901.006944e8@pop.pipeline.com>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

>     On the other hand, the security in the library is marginal. I remember

>a case of some letters, dating from the 1700's to the present, (among them

>letters from Thoreau and Emerson) donated to the library through the

>passionate efforts of a professor of the same institution. The letters were

>placed in a box similar to a shoe box and left on a open shelf like many

>other items of ephemeral value. The letters were taken away by the

>Massachusetts Historical Society when it made a surprise inspection to see

>how the letters were being handled.

 

 

 

 

 It saddens me that we can't do to the Memory Babe Collection what the

Massachusetts Historical Society did to the Thoreau and Emerson letters.

The tape recordings contained in the Memory Babe Collection collection are

deteriorating and the invaluable interviews they contain may end up lost

forever. This wold be a tragic loss and the responsibility will be placed

directly on the special Colections Librarian and John Sampas.

 

One hell of a bitter legacy being responsible for the loss of thousands and

thousands of words from people who personally knew Jack Keroauc.

 

FINALLY: I'm going to try to make this my last response to anything

concerning the Keroauc Collection unless I'm able to respond directly to

John Sampas. Getting very tired of second-hand, tell-'em-I-said

information. If John Sampas can't speak for himself on this list, instead

of through others and lawyers,  responding is a waste of time. Time I'd

rather spend with the poetry of MC, DR, B, and the many others--and the

analysis.

 

j grant

 

        Small Press Authors and Publishers display books

                        FREE

                           at

                            BookZen

                        http://www.bookzen.com

             402,900 visitors - 07-01-96 to 07-01-97

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:30:24 +0100

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      from Memory Noises

In-Reply-To:  <199710262138.PAA19672@dfw-ix5.ix.netcom.com>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

                        On the Road                             by Jim Morrison

 

                        Miles and miles to the horizon

                        along sandroads

                        without landfall

                        crossed from occasions

                        of sin & fear

                        the rhythm of the wandering footsteps

                        toward the smile

                        of a stranger.

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:57:49 +0100

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Rinaldo Rasa <rinaldo@GPNET.IT>

Subject:      thanks for Re: Ballad of the Skeletons

In-Reply-To:  <BEAT-L%1997102901220257@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

many thanks to the friends who gave me info 'bout

the tracks #18 and #19 of The Lion For Real, the

sound of Ginserg's voice/word and the music in back have

a great feeling...

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:35:22 PST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Tracey Daborn <T.E.Harberd@UEA.AC.UK>

Subject:      Re: Leavng the list

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII

 

On Sun, 26 Oct 1997 02:32:42 -0500 Rod Macy wrote:

 

> I don't need that popping up in my mailbox at home too.  See ya later

> and thanx for everything.  Maybe I'll be back one day . . .

>

> Eric "Moose" Macy

 

NOOOOOO.

Don't go.

There are nice people here, honest.

But like everywhere on the Net.... things could be better.

Just ignore the twats.

Respect.

 

 

Tom. H.

http://www.uea.ac.uk/~w9624759

"To know, and be not knowing."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:38:23 PST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Tracey Daborn <T.E.Harberd@UEA.AC.UK>

Subject:      Re: Hacking the Bible

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII

 

On Sat, 25 Oct 1997 22:23:42 -0400 R. Bentz Kirby wrote:

 

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

> Date: Sat, 25 Oct 1997 22:23:42 -0400

> Subject: Hacking the Bible

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

>

> Someone brought up Hacking the Bible and the "code" discovery that

> predicts the future.

 

I was going to read the book, but then I decided that it was just another

 version of

the Kabbala.  If you read a book on langauge that talks about the Kabbala, like

 "The

Search for a Perfect Langauge" (Umberto Eco) you can see that by using a few

simple rules, practically any combination and prediction is possible, so that

 with

hindsight you can fit it back in.  Like Hebrew doesn't write vowels, so you're

 free to

insert them anywhere, whatever you like, until you find a word that matches what

you want it to mean.

 

. Australian mathematician Brendan

> McKay says it's a sham. "Anyone can program a computer to make

> coincidences appear to be meaningful," he says. Tune in as they face

> off.

 

Right.

 

Nice idea though.

 

Tom. H.

http://www.uea.ac.uk/~w9624759

"God is dead, and we have killed him."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 11:02:44 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Inspiration

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

How Poetry Comes to Me

 

It comes blundering over the

Boulders at night, it stays

Frightened outside the

Range of my campfire

I go to meet it at the

Edge of the light.

 

        -- Gary Snyder

        from No Nature

 

I'll need help with this one.  Not being exactly an "outdoorsman", i can

only try to comprehend GS here by analogy.  The best I get is some local

parks for a literal understanding of what he's saying.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 12:04:17 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Michael Stutz <stutz@DSL.ORG>

Subject:      Re: cheap used books (was Re: Steal this book)

In-Reply-To:  <3456C211.37F@pacbell.net>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

On Tue, 28 Oct 1997, James Stauffer wrote:

 

> Michael,

>

> I would have to check my recollection, but I believe Al Hinkle is in Los

> Gatos, Ca.  I recall a reference in John Cassidy's interview on Levi's

> site where describes talking to Al in a supermarket--a nice Beat

> interaction, totally anonymous, in a good old supermarket.

 

...in California, no less. ;-)

 

Thanks for the update. As I mentioned I'm reading the '45-'59 letters of WSB

for the first time and it got me to wondering where a number of these

peripheral characters have gone. It would seem then that Hinckle is one of

the few from that OTR road trip who are still with us.

 

 

email stutz@dsl.org  Copyright (c) 1997 Michael Stutz; this information is

<http://dsl.org/m/>  free and may be reproduced under GNU GPL, and as long

                     as this sentence remains; it comes with absolutely NO

                     WARRANTY; for details see <http://dsl.org/copyleft/>.

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:23:25 -0800

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      Re: Inspiration

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

David,

 

To get the image to work, just envision the brightness of the campfire,

which makes the surrounding darkness deeper and even more unknown.

Sounds out there.  Animals moving around. The Other.

 

J. Stauffer

 

RACE --- wrote:

>

> How Poetry Comes to Me

>

> It comes blundering over the

> Boulders at night, it stays

> Frightened outside the

> Range of my campfire

> I go to meet it at the

> Edge of the light.

>

>         -- Gary Snyder

>         from No Nature

>

> I'll need help with this one.  Not being exactly an "outdoorsman", i can

> only try to comprehend GS here by analogy.  The best I get is some local

> parks for a literal understanding of what he's saying.

>

> david rhaesa

> salina, Kansas

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 09:37:40 -0800

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      The John Cassady Interview/ Al Hinkle

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------B725B2C67CE"

 

This is a multi-part message in MIME format.

 

--------------B725B2C67CE

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

http://www.charm.net/~brooklyn/JCI/JCI-Two.html

 

Michael Stutz,

 

I rechecked the Cassidy interview and my recollection was correct.  The

stuff on Hinkle and his wife (deceased) is toward the end of the

interview.  This is a wonderful thing on it's own, and hopefully I am

sending only the URL and not the entire text!

 

J. Stauffer

 

--------------B725B2C67CE

Content-Type: text/html; charset=us-ascii; name="JCI-Two.html"

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

Content-Disposition: inline; filename="JCI-Two.html"

Content-Base: "http://www.charm.net/~brooklyn/JCI/JCI

        -Two.html"

 

<BASE HREF="http://www.charm.net/~brooklyn/JCI/JCI-Two.html">

 

<HEAD><HTML><TITLE>The John Cassady Interview</TITLE></HEAD>

 

<BODY BACKGROUND="" BGCOLOR="#00007f" TEXT="#ffffff"

LINK="#cf00ff" ALINK="#ffff00" VLINK="#00cfff">

<META NAME="KEYWORDS" CONTENT="John Cassady,Neal Cassady,Los Gatos,Beat">

<CENTER>

<H1>The John Cassady Interview</H1>

</CENTER>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>WHAT'S UP</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>So what have you been up to lately?  Where do you work, what do

you do for fun, etc.?</I><P>

 

     Let's start at the beginning. First, the Earth cooled... <P>

 

     No, we'll skip to my birth in San Francisco, 9/9/51.  By about age

     three we had settled in Los Gatos, a small town in the foothills 50 miles

     south of SF, which I've gravitated back to ever since. While living in the

     coastal resort town of Santa Cruz for most of the '70's, what I lacked

     in career motivation I made up for in life experience and having fun.

     Along the way I harvested a son, Jamie Neal, born 8/18/75, who still

     lives with me while attending a local community college, and I also

     tried my hand at marriage on two occasions in different decades.<P>

 

     I moved back to Los Gatos and Silicon Valley in 1983 to pursue a career

     in (what else?) electronics and computers. The field wasn't my first

     choice, preferring to play guitar in rock bands, but, as they say,

     "when in Rome." My music career certainly couldn't be counted upon to

     pay the bills. So I've been fairly settled since then, having lived in

     the same house in south San Jose for the past seven years. <P>

 

     My '90s lifestyle is much more stable and less crazy

     than in years past. For

     the past 12 years I've been with Caere Corporation, producer of

     page-reading software and scanner systems, in (where else?) Los Gatos.

     It's a good gig and I'm reasonably comfortable.<P>

 

     And for fun? Sorry, no time. Actually, I like to hang out with my

     girlfriend Pat and read, watch flicks or whatnot. Occasionally I'll dust

     off the guitars to play with friends at open mike

     nights or recording sessions. Then

     there's always the unabashed self-promotion on the Net! (This is my

     first, honest). So that about sums it up in one, long paragraph.

     Pretty frigging boring, eh?<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>MUSIC</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>Tell me more about your music.</I><P>

 

     I listened to KEWB, Channel 91,

     out of San Francisco as a little kid. I dug stuff like Bobby

     Darin's "Splish Splash" and all the novelty songs like "The Flying

     Purple People Eater" and "Monster Mash." Everything by Ray Stevens

     and the Coasters. My parents were into

     cool jazz, of course, which was a great influence later. "Sketches of

     Spain" by Miles is permanently imprinted in my brain, after so many

     nights falling asleep to that album drifting in from the party in the

     living room.<P>

 

     At age 13, three pals and I bought Beatle

     wigs, put up posters around the neighborhood, and put on a "show." We

     set up a picnic table with Hi-fi speakers hidden underneath, and

     actually climbed up there and played tennis rackets (and a wash tub)

     while lip synching to the Beatles "Second Album". Dweeb city. The girls

     loved us. I had found my calling.<P>

 

     I met a blues-harp player in college, an ex-Marine just out of Vietnam

     named Matt Shaw. He learned blues harp by hiding in the ammo

     bunker under his fire base near Laos and playing Paul Butterfield's

     classic "East/West" album over and over. What a killer harmonica

     player Matt was by the time I met him. He lived in a little house out

     in the middle of this huge orchard where we made big noise without

     complaints. <P>

 

     We got pretty good and eventually quit college and moved

     to a little town called Felton in the San Lorenzo Valley of the Santa

     Cruz Mountains, surrounded by redwood trees and hippies. We named our

     new band The Feltones. Actually, "Those" Fabulous Feltones is what we

     decided on because it had a more notorious ring to it. And notorious

     we were. The drummer was a madman. Triple Scorpio

     coke dealer; need I say more? The girls loved him. He even stole my

     old lady for a while, but we were all friends. We played venues like

     the Catalyst in Santa Cruz, the Chateau Liberte and the Town & Country

     Lodge in Ben Lomond, all legendary bars back when SC was wild. I could

     write volumes. Someday I will; "The Adventures of The Fabulous

     Feltones."<P>

 

<I>What were some of your favorite Dead songs?</I><P>

 

     I saw them a lot in the Sixties, and then our paths didn't cross for

     many years, so I missed most of their later albums. In fact, I

     couldn't win any trivia contests after "American Beauty," although I

     listened to "Europe '72" quite a bit at the time. I loved their first

     album, and figured out every Dexedrine-propelled Jerry lick on it that

     I could as a wanna-be guitarist. "Viola Lee Blues," etc. I loved Pig

     Pen's version of "Love Light." We'd stand under him stoned at the

     Avalon Ballroom in SF and not even notice that he'd drag it out to 45

     minutes sometimes. Every track on "Workingman's Dead." Of course

     "Casey Jones." "Dire Wolf" especially reminds me of Jerry now (since

     August 9th). Dead standards like "Ripple," "Birdsong" and many I can't

     recall right now are great. I leaned toward the Garcia/Hunter

     compositions.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>KIDS</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>Do you have kids?</I><P>

 

     I'm a single parent with my twenty-year-old son living with me.

     I've been married and divorced twice. Pat and I have been an item for

     exactly one year now, the proverbial office

     romance. My son's name is Jamie,

     named for one of my sisters, and he is working and

     attending a local community

     college. He turned out pretty good, although I don't see

     much of him. He and his

     girlfriend come up for air every few days and I catch

     sight of him then. I was going

     to name him Cody, after the character Pomerey in Jack's

     Visions of. His middle name

     is Neal.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>BEING NEAL'S SON</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>Do you get a lot of recognition in your everyday life for being Neal's

son?</I><P>

 

     Naw. There's always been the occasional letter or call.<P>

 

<I>Has the interest increased recently, or not?  And does it bug you?</I><P>

 

     I love it. Who else gets to garner attention and

     strokes for something they

     had nothing whatsoever to do with? The only thing that's a little scary is

     having to carry the torch someday. My mother's got so many stories and

     knowledge that hasn't been shared. I don't think I can adequately

     represent the legend with authority, so most of the good stuff will be

     lost with her passing.<P>

 

<I>I've bragged to all my friends about getting e-mail from you already</I><P>

 

     ... cool!<P>

 

<I>-- but I'm keeping your email address to myself, or else god knows what kind

of weirdos you'd start hearing from (and that's just my friends ...)<P>

 

But it must be a funny thing being Neal Cassady's son, because while he is

so well-known and beloved in some circles, I would guess that most people

in America have never heard of him.  Just how much has being 'Neal's son'

colored your identity in life?</I><P>

 

     Being the son of an infamous "legend" is a constant source of

     surprise, amazement and pride. Surprise and amazement because, to this

     day, I can't believe how many people HAVE heard of him. Pride because,

     although I had nothing to do with the legend's conception, I agree

     with those that regard the man as something special on this planet. Of

     course, my perspective is somewhat biased, having loved him as a

     father as well as a hip icon. I feel fortunate that I was in the

     unique position to do both. <P>

 

     I've been blessed with the opportunity to

     meet so many fascinating individuals who operate on levels of art and

     wisdom that I admire and to which I long to aspire. Doors of

     opportunity have been opened, most of which I haven't taken advantage

     of, I guess for fear of exploiting something intangible that I don't

     think is mine to abuse. But the outpouring of friends and fans has

     always been a pleasant surprise over the years and is something I

     still think is great.<P>

 

<I>Beat aficionados like me have heard 'Visions of Neal' from many people --

Jack Kerouac (of course), Allen Ginsberg, Ken Kesey, Charles Bukowski,

John Perry Barlow, your mother, etc.  How about your visions -- can you

give us a memory or two we haven't heard before?</I><P>

 

     By far the number one question asked re: Neal is: "Did you ever

     know/see/remember your father?" And a good question it is, too,

     because he was everywhere else at once. The more I learn about his

     life from other sources, the more I'm amazed that I ever did see him,

     much less how much. It's simply astounding. He really was everywhere

     at the same time. How he pulled it off, we'll never know.<P>

 

     To me he was Dad, although admittedly he was absent more than I would

     have liked. But my memories are almost as plentiful as if I had been

     brought up by "normal" parents.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>DRIVING</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>What was it like being a kid in the back seat with "the fastest

man alive" behind the wheel?</I><P>

 

     Those are images I'll never forget. On Friday nights he

     would take me, and sometimes one or two of my best buddies, to the

     quarter-mile oval race track called San Jose Speedway out in the dusty

     fields about 10 miles from our home in Los Gatos. Driving there and

     back was most of the adventure, especially on the return trip, after

     he'd watch his heroes slide the midget racers sideways around the track

     all night. I can still smell the tire dust and fuel fumes that would

     drive Dad into a frenzy. He'd get so excited that he'd elbow me in the

     ribs and point till I was bruised, but I loved every minute of it. Of

     course, at the age of 10 or so, I was usually more interested in

     crawling around under the bleachers or going for an ice cream

     sandwich. I was always getting lost, especially when my friends came

     along. <P>

 

     While driving, he was fond of jerking the steering wheel to the

     beat of the rock and roll on the car radio. Chuck Berry was one of his

     favorites, and songs like "Maybelline" and "Nadine" fit him to a T.

     Two pals and I would be in the back seat and knock heads every time he

     jerked the car onto two wheels side to side going down the freeway,

     and we'd giggle uncontrollably and hold our sides. My friends thought

     he was about the coolest dad on the planet. Their parents probably

     didn't agree.<P>

 

     There was a guy named Roy who owned Los Gatos Tire Service who gave

     Dad a job when no one else would after he was released from San Quentin.

     Neal had the drug rap on his record which was, in 1960,

     tantamount to being an ax murderer. No one asked if he'd been sent up

     for two sticks of tea. Old Roy could have cared less. <P>

 

     Roy was known to have a drink or two,

     and died sometime in the '70s, but not before repeating some of his

     favorite Neal stories to a young man who worked there starting in

     about '72. I ran into this guy by coincidence when I had some tire

     work done at the present location of the shop, and after seeing my

     last name on the work order, he was glad to share some of Roy's

     stories with me. Roy's favorite was how Neal would drive his car down

     from our house, which was two miles up a hill from the tire shop,

     without the benefit of brakes, an almost obsessive pastime of Dad's. I

     believe this would have been the '49 Pontiac. Anyway, he would time it

     perfectly every morning so the car would bump up into the driveway

     (after having slowed it by rubbing curbs when necessary), he would

     then hop out in front of the garage doors, and the car would continue

     along the flat driveway, the door flapping shut, and on out to the

     back dirt parking lot, where it would nudge over a small mound so the

     front wheels would rock back and forth to settle into the dirt trough

     beyond. It never failed to amaze and delight Roy.<P>

 

     Another amazing

     story, which I can't verify but is great, has it that one night Roy

     passed Neal going the other way through town and waved. Neal threw the

     car into reverse and caught up with Roy, the transmission screaming,

     and chatted with him door to door while driving backwards, glancing

     back occasionally for oncoming traffic. Dad had a penchant for driving

     in reverse, probably because the steering is so squirrely, like

     driving a fork lift. He was proud of his downhill-in-reverse speed

     record on Lombard Street, the twisty tourist trap in SF.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>KEROUAC</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>You were Jack Kerouac's godson, and there are several references to you

and your sisters in the Kerouac/Cassady letters. What do you remember of

 him?</I><P>

 

     My memories of Jack are few and sketchy; mostly just images of him rather

     than conversations. My sisters would remember more. The images are hazy

     from when he was around a lot at the new Los Gatos house because I was

     under five. <P>

 

     I better recall being around age ten and going to Big Sur when

     he was living in Ferlinghetti's cabin in Bixby Canyon, driving down in

     Dad's new (to us) Willys jeep wagon, what a ride! Jack took time to

     instruct me on the nuances of packing a proper rucksack and keeping my

     socks dry. I confused him with Jack London when he was in his

     plaid-wool-shirt-in-the-woods phase. We would wander down the creek trail

     to the beach and stand in front of the immense surf which seemed to tower

     over us like a wall of water as in "The Ten Commandments." He would yell

     into the din with arms outstretched; I'd explore an old wrecked car

     resting on its top at the foot of the cliff, looking for skeletons. I

     had no idea he was loaded on wine and/or pot the whole

     time, and wouldn't have cared less.<P>

 

     He was funny and kind and gentle and took a goofy interest in our kid

     stuff that parents might find tedious. At least that's my impression after

     all these years.<P>

 

     Ginsberg, of course, was around a lot more in years to

     come, and I still see him whenever possible.<P>

 

<I>What was the first Kerouac book that you read?  What did you think of

it, and what do you think of him as a writer now?</I><P>

 

     I first read "On the Road" at about age 15. I dug it but forgot most of it

     until just this year when I read it again and really enjoyed it. I also

     read "Dharma Bums" as a teenager and thought it pretty good, but I was

     never much of a reader, being too busy goofing off, which I now regret. I

     made a stab at the rest of Jack's stuff and couldn't make sense of it. I

     frankly think it reads like drunken ramblings that one must struggle to

     comprehend. Such blasphemy from his Godson!<P>

 

<I>Was it obvious to you as a child that Jack had romantic feelings for your

mother?</I><P>

 

     I had no clue about an intimate relationship between Jack and my mom until

     I was grown. By that time I thought it was far out, to use the vernacular

     of the times. I was a baby when all this was going on, but I think Jack

     always carried the torch. Toward the end, he would call at like 3:00 AM

     drunk and ramble and rave, my mom trying to politely get him off the phone.

     I answered one night and only vaguely remember him crying "Johnny!" and "I

     have to speak to Carolyn!" I handed her the phone with a "whoa!" as she

     looked worried. We were more sad than surprised upon his demise.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>MOVIES</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>(I asked John about the new Coppola movie of "On The Road," and this led to

a discussion of a previous, less-than-satisfying attempt at translating the

Kerouac/Cassady legend onto film.  'Heart Beat' was based on the book of the

same title by John's mother, Carolyn Cassady.  I mentioned that I'd never

seen a copy of this book, though I'd read and enjoyed her later book, "Off

The Road.")</I><P>

 

     "Heart Beat" has been out of print for twenty years, so don't bother.

     It's actually only an excerpt of "Off the Road," anyway. A publisher in

     Berkeley chopped the juicy chapters out of her original manuscript,

     the menage a trois parts, and sold that, a travesty taken out of

     context. Then, as you know, Orion picked up the movie rights and made

     an even worse film of it. Nolte, I thought, wasn't as bad as the

     script and director. We were disgusted, especially since they promised

     some creative control.<P>

 

<I>But did you think Nolte captured your father at all?  Obviously you would

know best ... as I said in my review of the movie in Literary Kicks, though,

Nolte's schtick seems to be the surly, snarling

kinda-deep-and-sad tough guy, which is

not at all my image of your father. </I> <P>

 

     An astute observation. Nolte's whole persona is the antithesis of Neal's.

     Every film Nick is in, that's Nick. He talks

     and acts the same off the set.

     He certainly tried hard on "Heart Beat", though. He told me he

     had studied Neal a lot and based his

     previous movie's character on him. It was a war flick

     called "Who'll Stop the Rain?"

     Looked like Nick to me. The only time he came at all close in

     HB was the last scene

     when he calls Carolyn from the phone booth burned out.

     He sounded sad enough for

     that stage of life.<P>

 

     I flew down to watch them film, and fell in love with Sissy Spacek,

     what a doll she was. (Her husband agrees.) I was also very

     fond of Nick and his party materials, especially at the all-night wrap

     party at the Beverly Hills Hotel, where we hid at a

     corner table and blabbed

     for hours. We're both clean nowadays (this was 1977),

     but that was way fun.

     He wanted me to come up to his ranch in Malibu and

     ride dirt bikes and play

     some more, and like an idiot I declined and flew

     home, fool. I think I hurt

     his feelings. Never heard from him again. Well, we all

     have regrets. I just

     have more than others! I could write volumes.<P>

 

     Sissy also did her best to save the rotten script, and

     read the entire 1100-page manuscript of

     my mother's book to get into the role. Those two really hit it off, and

     during filming Sissy used the same approach with

     Loretta Lynn, studying for

     her next film, "Coal Miner's Daughter."  She's a pro.

     The thing about "Heart Beat"

     was they just bought the names and made up their own story, with just some

     highlights based in fact. John Byrum (writer/director) didn't do his

     homework and it showed. They could have made it authentic, almost a

     documentary, and still had all the stuff that sells: sex, drugs, violence,

     and it would have been the real thing. Stupid waste. My mother was so

     disappointed in the script that she wrote her own screenplay. Of course

     they didn't use it because they had already paid off Byrum. Oh well.<P>

 

<I>Who would be the ideal movie "Neal"?</I><P>

 

     The only actor I've seen that came close was Paul Newman in 1957's

     "Somebody Up There Likes Me," the Rocky Marciano bio. When he wore a tight

     t-shirt and smiled, he was a dead ringer. Too bad he's too

     old for the part

     now. There's a couple unknowns that my mother likes.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>DENVER</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>(John told me about a business trip to Denver, the city where Neal grew

 up.)</I><P>

 

     I flew to Denver on the 7th on business and wound up on Larimer Street

     among the gloomy brick ruins of my father's past, hoping for a glimpse of

     the ghosts of little Neal and Neal Sr.

     down an alley off the dark street. We

     took some clients to a downtown restaurant for dinner, one of whom was a

     Kerouac fan, and my colleague and I took a wrong turn trying to find the

     freeway out of town and to the airport. Suddenly we were in the worst part

     of town, amid old abandoned buildings and railway depots, but with rickety

     wood houses, shops and bars wedged in-between,

     still occupied. Then there it

     was, Larimer Street, as well as several other

     street names familiar from "On

     the Road" and "The First Third." Unlike the modern

     Larimer Square and other

     tourist traps up the road, this section didn't

     invite exploration that late

     at night, but I finally got to see it and get its feel, even from behind a

     rental car window. It was an unexpected treat.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>THE HAMMER, AND SILLY STUFF IN GENERAL</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>(During the period that John and I were conducting this interview I

received an e-mail asking if I knew anything about the myth about

"Cassidy's" habit of flipping a hammer and catching it, which Tom Wolfe

wrote about in "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test."  The person wrote:

"Somewhere, sometime, somebody said that Cassidy used the hammer as a practice

to sharpen his perseption.  Something about that it took about 1/30 th of a

second to percieve something happpening in the world and that he used the hammer

as an exercise to shorten the recognition time."  I thought this seemed a bit

silly, but forwarded the mail to John to see what he'd say, asking if he wanted

me to keep sending him stuff like this.)</I><P>

 

     Sure, I like to be bothered by silly stuff. Keeps me current.<P>

 

     As far as this guy's search, why anyone would look for meaning in this

     hammer thing is beyond me, but that theory sounds vaguely familiar.

     First we must correct his spelling on "Cassady" and "perception." I

     guess you receive mail from scholars and otherwise.<P>

 

     My take on the hammer is that by that stage of the game Neal was,

     sadly, so loaded up on crank that he simply needed something to fiddle

     with. He retained massive arm strength, and the hammer suited his

     ancient wheel karma railroad/car/tool trip. Tim Allen on steroids. <P>

 

     Also, he always had a penchant for juggling and sight gags a la W.C.

     Fields. Inept at real juggling, he would flip objects (pencils, etc.)

     and catch them on the same "handle" end. The game was to count how

     many flips he could go before missing and starting over at "1." He

     would frequently get into double digits, to the delight of us kids (we

     were easily entertained). He would also do this trick, a lot when we

     were young, where he'd balance on one leg, grab his ankle and leap

     over his other leg, nearly knocking his chin with his knee, and land

     upright again on one foot. He couldn't do it as well after his various

     railroad accidents stiffened his legs, so he'd go careening across the

     room on landing, YAAAA, and we'd giggle all the more. <P>

 

     But I guess this stuff isn't nearly as mystically legendary

     or mysterious as his trying

     to shorten his recognition time to 1/30th of a second or whatever.

     People can believe whatever they like if it helps get them through the

     night, right?<P>

 

<I>(Pat, who was on the cc: list for much of these conversations, chimes in

 here)

</I><P>

 

     PAT: Hey, at the least the guy has something to keep him busy. Kesey

     rambled on and on in Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test about 1/30 of a

     second being the least amount of time in which a human could perceive

     something. He said most humans took much longer with the exception of

     Neal Cassady, the fastest man alive. It's something along those lines.

     He also said that Cassady never dropped the hammer unless he wanted to

     make a point that something was happening and that people should pay

     attention to it. 'Course, Kesey was tripping his ass off quite a lot

     then and that's conducive to theories. I had friends who believed

     Jerry Garcia communicated with them at concerts by reflecting the

     light off his glasses into their eyes.<P>

 

     JOHN: Would that we all could make mistakes and have people go "oooh,

 aaaah,

     it's cosmic!"<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>KESEY AND BABBS</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>(The above led me to ask about Ken Kesey and Ken Babbs, the leaders (if

there was any such thing) as The Merry Pranksters.)</I><P>

 

     I consider Kesey and Babbs friends. I saw neither of

     them for about 15 years, although I kept track of them. Kesey was at

     my first wedding in 1975, then I didn't run into him again until

     around 1990. I've seen them both at various functions quite a bit

     since then. They're being more visible as of late. I took 8mm movies

     of Kesey and Neal, along with Ginsberg and others, when they'd visit

     our house in Los Gatos. They were an already infamous bunch that I

     wanted to record for posterity. Alas, those films have been lost. I

     next went to visit Ken on his farm in Eugene in '72 with another 8mm

     camera. Those films I still have and plan to transfer them to video

     someday.<P>

 

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>THE KEROUAC CD-ROM</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>Penguin sent me the new Kerouac CD-Rom last night (free stuff,

about the only perk I get for doing LitKicks) and in the Gallery section I was

pleased to see a photo of a bearded Neal surrounded by three nice-looking kids

including a cute and pudgy tousle-haired tyke ... John, that was you!</I><P>

 

     I haven't seen this CD-Rom yet, although it's all I heard about

     for months from my mother while they were working on it. They

     solicited a lot of material from her, and she was enthusiastic about

     helping them because they seemed genuine and they paid well for

     pictures and stuff. But in the end they used only a fraction of the

     stuff she'd sent, a typical disappointment. <P>

 

     "Pops" grew the beard after one of his railroad accidents when he

     was home for months recuperating. If it's the picture I'm thinking of,

     I was only months old. That picture has been in several books. I was

     so "pudgy" (read: fat) that it looks like they have rubber bands around the

     joints on my arms and legs, and I'm puffing my cheeks out. There's a

     later one with beard in our back yard in San Jose where I'm about two

     and have a buzz cut on my massive head. So flattering.<P>

 

<I>Neal looks great in a beard -- how the hell did he stay so fit?  Did he

ever eat?  Did he work out?  Somehow I can't picture him in a Soloflex, so it

must have been his work and all that legendary hammer-flipping -- but then

I know a lot of people who do physical work, and they don't look so

 great.</I><P>

 

        He worked out on free weights a lot as a

        teenager, probably at reform school and in Denver skid row gyms.

        He was born with a great physique and developed it early. Later it was

        work that kept it tight, sprinting in parking lots, walking miles in the

        rail yards, tossing truck tires in and out of the retreader. He didn't

 start

        the hammer schtick until shortly before his death.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>JAMMING WITH ALLEN GINSBERG</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>(One day John wrote me about an event in England.)</I><P>

 

        I called mum Tuesday, October 17, to ask how the big poetry festival at

        the Albert Hall went the night before at which Ginsberg was supposed to

        perform. She said he called her that day and was really chummy but had

        declined comp tickets because it was a benefit (jeez), but luckily a

        couple of her fans insisted on escorting her and bought seats at seventh

        row center. Allen comes out and after some "one-liners," one about Neal,

        he introduces his accompanist for the evening, a job I used to do on

        guitar when he'd be in the Bay Area. Out walks

        Paul McCartney, as you may

        have heard by now, and of course everyone is shocked that there was no

        media leaks beforehand and the place was

        half empty (only holds 4500). Did

        she go backstage afterwards to snarf an autograph

        for her Beatle-fan son?

        Noooooooooo! Oh well. "I told Allen I'd go to a book signing of his

        later in the week, so I left early, knowing I'd see him then." Christ.

        Anyway, she said they rocked the house and that I

        was in good company as

        one of Allen's accompanists. I wish I shared Paul's bank balance as

 well!<P>

 

<I>So you jammed with Allen Ginsberg?  Believe it or not, I actually find

his music very pleasant.  He has a voice like an operatic frog, but there's

some strange lilting-ness to it that I find very contradictory and interesting.

When did you play with him, and what did you play?</I><P>

 

     Allen was kind enough to invite me along on gigs he did during the

     seventies while visiting the Bay Area. I was living in Santa Cruz at

     the time. We only performed together a few times, but a couple shows

     stand out in my memory.<P>

 

     The first was when my rock band at the time was playing as house band

     at a nightclub called the Sail Inn near the Portola Avenue beach.

     Ginsberg somehow found us and showed up unannounced with Peter

     Orlovsky and others in tow. I convinced the band to take a break so I

     could get Allen up there to do his thing, and I joined him on electric

     guitar. He played his harmonium and Peter played banjo. I was used to

     Allen simply reading his poetry and wailing on finger cymbals, so this

     configuration was new to me. He told me he had learned the blues and

     jammed with Dylan on three-chord progressions, mostly in the key of

     "C." He had recently done local shows accompanied on guitar by Barry

     Melton of the Fish, and he now needed a new sideman as Barry was busy

     somewhere else. I said I'd be honored.<P>

 

     That first night we played about a half hour on slow, dirge-like blues

     chords over which he sang poems. I peered into the audience to see the

     club's owner and the few patrons that were left in attendance staring

     with their mouths agape. They hadn't a clue and we nearly lost our

     cush gig there, but Allen liked it and soon called me for others. The

     best was a benefit for Chet Helms and the Family Dog called the Tribal

     Stomp held at the Greek Theater in Berkeley in 1978. It was a big

     thrill for me because I got to meet all my hero bands from the sixties

     backstage. Allen even paid me; what a deal.<P>

 

<I>I'm a pretty big Beatles fan too.  My favorite is Lennon's solo albums.

I like Yoko's albums quite a bit as well.  McCartney is sometimes good ...

he had good taste in partners.</I><P>

 

     I've never listened to Yoko's stuff, but if it's anything like "Two

     Virgins," I'll pass. I was caught by the Beatles at the perfect age to

     experience the mania, and I confess that I never got over it. Paul,

     although more traditional in style, was a great songwriter when with

     John, but lost it without him. I don't think Lennon did as well on his

     own, either. I think as I did in the sixties: Lennon = God.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>THE REST OF THE FAMILY</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>What are your siblings up to?</I><P>

 

     My two older sisters still live in California and we get together

     whenever possible.<P>

 

     Cathy, 47, and her husband George live near Sacramento.

     Their three kids are now grown and off on their own. Cathy's a health

     care professional and teacher who moved out of the house as a teenager

     and got married so I didn't hang out with her as much as I would have

     liked as an adult. We're very close but only see each other on rare

     visits a couple times a year because of the distance between our

     homes. She's got a lot of Neal stories of her own of which I only

     catch glimpses when we're able to meet. She's happy to stay more out

     of the mainstream Beat lore network.<P>

 

     Jami, 45, and her husband Randy live near Santa Cruz.

     They have a daughter, Becky, 14. They lived in Los Gatos up until a

     year ago, so I've kept in fairly close contact with Jami over the

     years. "How's my sweet little Jami?" Jack would write to Carolyn in

     the early '50s. Cathy and I weren't exactly treated like chopped

     liver, mind you, but Jami was such a doll and everyone's favorite.

     They're both in Jack's books a lot (I was the runt of the litter and

     too young). Jami works in a dental office, and often wonders why she

     and Cathy rarely get mentioned in these Neal articles (thanks for

     asking, Levi). Jami has shared some amazing memories of Dad with me on

     occasion, like the time her boyfriend's band was playing The Barn in

     Scotts Valley (infamous psychedelic dance hall/Prankster hangout) and

     Neal was so high she had to look after him all night in the black-lit,

     postered catacombs of the place. Someday I'll record her tales.<P>

 

     Curt Hansen is my half brother by Dad's short-lived marriage to Diana

     in New York. Although I've only met him twice in person, he's a great

     guy and we keep in touch. He and his wife Debbie came out for a

     weekend visit in '94 and we had good talks. I couldn't recall our

     first meeting at Carolyn's in 1969, but then again I can't recall most

     of that year anyway. Curt is the program manager at radio station WEBE

     in Connecticut.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>EDGAR CAYCE</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>Jack and Allen Ginsberg seemed to have felt alienated when your

parents become devotees of Edgar Cayce's mystical philosophy.

At the same time, Cayce's influence seems to have been a good

one for Neal, and for your parent's marriage.  What do you

think of all this?  Did they teach much of it to you?  Is your mother

still influenced by it, and are you?   It almost seems, from what I've

read, to have been your family "religion."</I><P>

 

     Edgar Cayce represented a great alternative to the dogmatic

     Catholicism in which Neal was raised, and my parents shared his

     philosophy with us kids at a young age.  My mother insists it was not

     the man, but his "channeled information" that is important.  Apparently he

     was just a farmer from Alabama or somewhere.<P>

 

     They didn't raise us to be

     ignorant of the basics, though, and sent us to Sunday school first.

     That's us on the way to church on Easter Sunday, 1957, on the cover of

     "Grace Beats Karma." I wasn't fond of going to church, except for

     getting ice cream cones at Foster's Freeze next door after the ordeal.

     After about a year of that they announced they would keep us home

     Sunday mornings, but we had to listen to them for an hour as if it

     were school. This news was like being let out of jail when you're

     seven years old, and we heartily approved. They would read from

     different alternative books including Cayce and other metaphysical

     stuff, and in that context it didn't seem way out at all. Also, they

     weren't fanatics by then on Cayce or anything else, as described

     earlier by Kerouac when it was fresh.<P>

 

     We grew up with an understanding

     of Karma and reincarnation that I took for granted until I went to

     public schools and realized this knowledge wasn't normal among my

     peers. In that regard it was somewhat of a cruel shock to learn that

     everyone didn't believe this stuff, and I had to adjust to other

     points of view. Still, I don't regret adopting their perspective. They

     thought much in organized religion was distorted, except for the basic

     concepts that started them, like the Golden Rule. My experience since

     then has resulted in similar thinking.<P>

 

     My mother hasn't changed her outlook much over the years, but doesn't

     "preach" it much anymore. She seems secure in her knowledge of how the

     universe works. Her basic beliefs remain unchanged, which is

     comforting, and they still ring true for me.<P>

 

     I think after Jack had embraced Buddhism so desperately he was

     unwilling to shift gears again when confronted with Neal's Cayce rap

     and tuned it out. Just a theory; I was awfully young.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>"CHILDREN OF THE BEATS"</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I> (On November 5, the New York Times Magazine printed an article called

"Children of the Beats."   Written by Daniel Pinchbeck (son of Jack Kerouac's

one-time girlfriend Joyce Johnson), it featured profiles of John, Neal's other

son (by a different woman, Diana Hansen) Curt Hansen, Jan Kerouac,

Parker Kaufman, Lisa Jones and others.  This article caused a

bit of a stir with its tragic overtones -- the thesis seemed to be that all

the Beat writers had been despicable parents.  I wrote to John that I didn't

think the article captured what I saw as the positive side of his life.)</I><P>

 

     I agree with you about the article's overall negative tone. Even I came

     off sounding like I thought the whole era was trivial. My biggest

     beefs were that he only mentioned the book "Heart Beat," not "Off the

     Road," as my mother's principal work. Christ, it's been out of print

     for twenty years, and sales of "Off The Road" could have been helped

     by a mention in a piece with this kind of circulation. Also, no mention

     of my sisters, who, last I checked, were Neal's kids as well. And what's

     up with this "John Allen?" I don't recall calling myself that when we

     talked. I suspect he was trying to allude to the Kerouac/Ginsberg

     namesakes, but he never mentioned them! And shouldn't one say "His

     mother IS Carolyn Cassady," not "WAS?" At least his spelling was

     correct.<P>

 

     I think he was out for sensationalism in the Neal stories he recorded,

     similar to the Beats-suck-as-parents theme in the other interviews.

     The only story he bothered to print was about Neal's decline, although

     I gave him two hours worth of upbeat, funny ones. Pat noticed he

     wasn't writing in his notebook during these. Possibly because when he

     would earlier ask things like "what did you learn from all this?" or

     "how were you affected?", I'd blow him off and continue with stories

     (similar to our interview?) and he might have felt slighted. At least

     you were compassionate and let me ramble.<P>

 

     All things considered, I'd say it's about a C+. I've had worse

     showings, but certainly better. The piece in the Metro (San Jose) from

     about '88 comes to mind as more accurate (and pages longer). Too bad

     it was not as widely read.<P>

 

<I>One other thought I had -- since some of the other "children of the Beats"

don't seem like the type to have kids, it would have been nice to mention

that you have a son.</I><P>

 

<I>Speaking of which, what does he think of all this Neal publicity?  Did he

like the article?</I><P>

 

     Yeah, that would have been nice if the article had mentioned Neal's

     grandson. His name's Jamie, after my sister, cruel parents that we

     were. I came home last night and said his picture is in the NY Times

     so he's famous. That's a chalk portrait of him above my head [in the

     photo of John that accompanies the article] which my

     mom drew in London in '92. Jamie hasn't read much Beat stuff and probably

     doesn't understand what the big deal is, but he thinks it's bitchin' to

     have a famous grandfather and to see our name in stuff all the time.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>JAN KEROUAC</H3>

</CENTER>

 

     I think Pat early on sent you a description of when I spoke at Jan's

     benefit show in SF earlier this year. I got loaded and lost my wallet,

     which Kesey found and gave to Nicosia to return to me, Jeez. I was

     given a pretty cool photograph taken of Jan and I sitting together

     while giving interviews earlier that day which I can try to send to

     you somehow. An historic meeting. It's too bad her life's been rough

     lately. Makes me not feel so bad about my own life, though. We all have

     demons to exorcise. <P>

 

     I proposed to her at our first meeting in North

     Beach in the early '70s. She was lookin' good back then, and I

     thought, "what a perfect match-up!", historically speaking, at least.

     What would Jack and Neal have thought? I forget what her response was,

     but we never married, as I recall.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>BILL BURROUGHS JR.</H3>

</CENTER>

 

     Bill showed up at my mother's house in Los Gatos around 1973. At that

     time her place was party central, and I recall some crazy times during

     that era. I had just returned from a year's travel across the US, and

     my sister Jami and her husband Randy were living with Carolyn. I had

     been home about a week, sleeping on the couch because J&R had claimed

     my old room in my absence, when they threw a giant party in the

     half-acre dirt back yard. It was a Memorial day party, to celebrate

     all our gone "gone" friends.  <P>

 

     We built a big stage at the back of the lot on a hill.

     There were three rock bands and Allen Ginsberg did a long set,

     singing, chanting, and reading poetry. He had a broken leg from

     slipping on the ice at his place in Cherry Valley, NY, and sat

     cross-legged on a rug with his cast sticking out in front and incense

     burning. The police were mellow about the crowds and a good time was

     had by all. Wait a minute, what does this have to do with Burroughs?

     He wasn't even there yet. I know, background color about my mom's

     house in those days. I soon moved to Santa Cruz, but the next spring I

     found they had built a huge vegetable garden in the back yard complete

     with grass trails through it with benches and bird baths and stuff. <P>

 

     There under a tree toward the back was this short, stocky guy with

     long hair and a scruffy beard with a gallon of red wine in his lap

     talking to Jami. They were half lit and laughing a lot, so naturally I

     joined them. Bill Jr. was only working on his first liver in those

     days and was quite lucid and witty. Everyone seemed to migrate

     to Carolyn's at one time or another. We would have wild all-night

     discussions in the living room. My mother recently sent me an audio

     tape she found of one of those nights, but I was so high that poor

     Bill couldn't get a word in edgewise, I was talking so much. It's an

     embarrassment, except for one stretch where we're all talking at once,

     Mom included, while completely ignoring the others. That part's funny.<P>

 

     Anyway, I didn't see Bill for a year or two. When he arrived at my

     house in Santa Cruz he looked thin and wasted. The first thing he did

     was lift up his shirt to show me the scar, more like a hole, left from

     his recent liver transplant, a new procedure at the time which he had

     just received in Denver. I nearly hurled, but helped myself to the jars

     full of Valium which he spread on the kitchen table. He was

     understandably tired and our subsequent discussions weren't nearly as

     lively as in the past. The great local writer William J. Craddock

     sought him out and had us over for dinner. Craddock was a big fan of

     Neal's and seemed to enjoy having the second generation converge at his

     house.<P>

 

     The sad day came when Bill was feeling so poorly that I insisted on

     driving him to the ER at Dominican Hospital in Santa Cruz. They

     immediately whisked him back to Denver and within days he was dead.

     Although his father's money gave him a second chance with a

     transplant, I think it was too little, too late.  He was one of the

     casualties of the tragic side of these lost artist types. Daniel

     Pinchbeck was just twenty years too late to interview Bill Jr.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>THE "DUNKELS"</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>(Ed and Galatea Dunkel were two of the more colorful characters in

"On The Road."  Like most of Kerouac's characters they had their real

life equivalents, and Al and Helen Hinkle were still close friends of

Carolyn Cassady's when Helen died last year.)</I><P>

 

     I ran into Al Hinkle in the supermarket last night. On the way home I

     flashed on the fact that the suburban ladies pushing shopping carts

     around us had no clue that Big Ed Dunkel from "On the Road" was

     chatting with Dean Moriarty Jr. in the frozen food isle (nor would

     they have cared). He's in his late 60's and looks great; just got back

     from a month in Denver visiting an older sister in Neal's old

     neighborhood. He lost his wife Helen to cancer last year which was

     heavy for all of us. <P>

 

<I> That blows my mind about Big Ed Dunkel ... I didn't know "Galatea" had died,

either.  I always enjoyed that part in the book where she chews your father

out and he goes and sits on the stoop for a few minutes considering it, then,

without a word, gets up and continues with his life.  Sometimes you gotta just

do that ...</I><P>

 

     Helen Hinkle was an extremely wise woman. I liked that scene, too.

     It's almost excruciating to read because she's so right and Dean is so

     foolish. Helen called it like it is. I was so grateful that I looked

     her up in recent years and had long talks with her about them all in

     the days, not knowing her time would be short. I almost missed her

     altogether. They've lived in the same house for over forty years, and

     just a few miles from my current address, but I just never got around

     to seeing them much until about three years ago. The Metro also did an

     excellent piece on the Hinkles a couple years ago. They were a big

     part of it all and no one knows. Helen was so funny. She liked to

     remind me that she used to change my diapers when I was a baby, jeez.

     She'd sit there and smoke cigarettes, drink coffee and curse during

     her stories; what a character. Al is more of a mellow talker and a bit

     long-winded, but has some great stuff from the Denver days.<P>

 

<CENTER>

<IMG SRC="jcass.gif" WIDTH=108 HEIGHT=94>

<H3>THIS PAGE</H3>

</CENTER>

 

<I>I told John I was going to illustrate this interview with a photo his

girlfriend Pat had sent me, showing John in a "far-out" Greg-Brady-style

shirt at a party.</I><P>

 

Jeez, I look like a dork-o-rama, but go ahead. <P>

 

<CENTER>

<A HREF="JCI-Three.html">On to Part Three</A><P>

<A HREF="JCInterview.html">Back to Top</A><P>

</CENTER>

 

<A HREF="../LitKicks.html">Literary Kicks</A><BR> by

<A HREF="../HomePages/LeviAsher.html">Levi Asher</A><P>

 

</BODY></HTML>

 

--------------B725B2C67CE--

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 12:53:36 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Gary Mex Glazner <PoetMex@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Goofball Blues

 

Kerouac

Goofball Blues

 

I'm just a human being with a lot of

shit on my heart

 

My ambition was not to be a great

lover,

but that's what I am

Even in dreams, fiancees

of other men

ball on my joint

And I am the Flying Horse

of Mien Mo

When I am an old man

my grave will rot me

The one I loved were crazy

without knowing why

When I am old I'll yawn

in the Flannel Grave

 

>From Pomes All Sizes

published by City Lights

with a great painting by Ferlinghetti

for the cover. The Inroduction by Ginsberg starts

out:

 

He was Poet;- "You guys call yourselves poets, write little short

lines, I a poet but I wrtie line paragraphs and pages and many pages long."

Quoting Jack from a letter written in the mid 50's in Mexico City

 

 

yrs

Gary Mex Glazner

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 12:53:39 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Gary Mex Glazner <PoetMex@AOL.COM>

Subject:      Re: AG Spoken word (was Re: Apology to Keith...

Comments: To: jgrant@bookzen.com

 

Dear Beat List and Bob Lewis,

 

Lewis Wrote<< also seeking spoken word from ginsberg- i've got a couple clips

from the internet, but can't find anything else.  does it exist?? and where

should

i be looking??>>

 

Holy Soul Jelly Roll

listing price is 39.98

 

Special Beat List Price:

30.00 including shipping, handling and tax.

>From Words On Wheels

We can do credit card over the phone or email

or if you prefer we can send COD and

you can pay by check.

 

I have some in stock so

you would recieve in a few days

Let me know if you are interested.

 

Yrs

Gary Mex Glazner

Words On Wheels

85 Stanyan Street and Other Sorrows

415.892.0158 office

Headless Buddha

http://www.well.com/user/poetmex

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:08:09 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: BASEBALL and Cuba and Beat???

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

At 08:09 AM 10/29/97 PST, you wrote:

>Hello,

>

>     I hate to be a pain, but what does baseball have to do with beat

>topics?  I know Kerouac loved baseball and this country enjoys it as

>well, but really can the three or four of you that discuss Cuba please

>do so on a back channel.  Iyt would mean a lot to everyone else because

>not many people as youcan see have joined in on your debate.

>Thank you for considering this,

>Keith

>

 

What does your poem have to do with beat?

 

You see it is a two way street.  Your post started it and it had nothing to

do with beat.

 

But no one threw stones at you or your glass house.

 

You see what I mean?

 

I think there are always topics that fall off the beaten track but I do not

complain (except in instances like this where I address another complaint).

 

I believe things take care of themselves on a list like this and work

themselves out naturally.

 

For example I wasn't going reply to the beat-l about Cuba or the integrity

of the statistics as it drifted away from beat too much.  I was going to

reply to Jo saying pretty much what Antoine wrote.

 

But in perspective the mistake was relpying to the original "what do you

think" as it was all ready non-topic.

 

But I am for letting the conversations go and play out.  I figure Keroac and

Burroughs and Ginsberg and Lucien Carr and the other folks hanging out

drifted "off topic" in a lot of ways in the course of their conversations.

 

I like when folks post a poem and ask "what do you think?", but it is

definately not beat-related.

 

So I say keep asking what do you think and if it rolls around to foreign

policy or foreign cars, like cool daddyo

>------------------------------------------------------------

>Keith   mrsparty@hotmail.com /  I think of Dean Moriarty.

>http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/rothko/31/index.html

>------------------------------------------------------------

>

>

>______________________________________________________

>Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

>

>

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:40:12 PST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Tracey Daborn <T.E.Harberd@UEA.AC.UK>

Subject:      New List?

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII

 

Idea:

 

A new list, for people that want to squabble about the estate, and insult each

 other.

So that they don't have to waste my time doing it.

Just a suggestion...

 

Peace?

 

Tom. H.

http://www.uea.ac.uk/~w9624759

"A Bear of Very Little Brain"

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:09:28 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: wsb step-daughter?

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

At 10:20 AM 10/29/97 -0500, you wrote:

>On Wed, 22 Oct 1997, Sean Elias wrote:

>

>> Reading H. Hunke's 'The Evening Sun...' he makes reference to a daughter

>> of Joan Adams named Julie that lived with Joan and Bill in Texas.  She

>> was then 5 yrs. old.  Does anyone have any info on what happened to

>> this girl? Presumably she was sent to live with more responsible

>> relatives after Bill killed her mom......Is she still alive???  Any info

>> would be appreciated.

>>

>>              s.e.

>

>As far as I remember, when Joan was killed, the kids went to live with her

>parents. Whether or not the step-daughter  is still alive, or what, I have

>no idea. Billy, of course, wrote a couple mediocre books

 

 

 

No.  I disagree.  I think Billy's boooks were good.  In some ways a lot

better than huis father's.

 

 

 

and died of liver

>disease. He was one of the unfortunate few who really suffered for having

>known Burroughs. A nuclear family was impossible in his life. It doesn't

>surprise me that a man whose fiction advocated the end of the American

>mom, pop, two kids and a dog life saw his only bizarre incarnation of a

>family disintegrate in a sordid affair. Try looking her up in the index in

>Literary Outlaw.

>

>Neil

>

>

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:10:43 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: BASEBALL and Cuba and Beat???

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

So who's going win the superbowell?

 

 

At 10:29 AM 10/29/97 -0600, you wrote:

>>Hello,

>>

>>     I hate to be a pain, but what does baseball have to do with beat

>>topics?  I know Kerouac loved baseball and this country enjoys it as

>>well, but really can the three or four of you that discuss Cuba please

>>do so on a back channel.  Iyt would mean a lot to everyone else because

>>not many people as youcan see have joined in on your debate.

>>Thank you for considering this,

>>Keith

>>

>

>You're right, of course. As I was going on about Cuba, etc. that fact was

>right in the front of my mind, but I was down there while that revolution

>was going on, had first-hand experience with why that revolution happened,

>understand it, support it, live with the deprivation the Cuban people face,

>and had to jump up on the "stage" and grab the "mic."

>

>By the way, if any on the list speak Spanish and want to contact Cuban

>librarians about any Spanish translations of Beat authors I'll provide an

>E-mail address. But you must remember, that contacting a Cuban librarian

>and asking about a book, is a felony crime in the United States--but only

>in the United States, so maybe that will change soon.

>

>j grant

>

>        Small Press Authors and Publishers display books

>                        FREE

>                           at

>                            BookZen

>                        http://www.bookzen.com

>             402,900 visitors - 07-01-96 to 07-01-97

>

>

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 13:03:22 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Neil Hennessy <nhenness@UWATERLOO.CA>

Subject:      Re: Hacking the Bible

In-Reply-To:  <ECS9710291723H@smtp.uea.ac.uk>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

Not sure who posted this originally, but I'd love to get a source to look

up the quotation from this Brendan McKay fellow. Anyone?

 

Neil

 

> . Australian mathematician Brendan

> > McKay says it's a sham. "Anyone can program a computer to make

> > coincidences appear to be meaningful," he says. Tune in as they face

> > off.

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 10:34:55 -0800

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      Re: Inspiration

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

David,

 

A little Lew Welch in counterpoint to the Snyder pome on poetry

 

(WHENEVER I MAKE A NEW POEM)

 

Whenever I make a new poem,

the old ones sound like gibberish.

How can they ever make sense in a book?

 

Let them say:

"He seems to have lived in the mountains.

He travelled now and then.

When he apeared in cities,

he was almost always drunk.

 

"Most of his poems are lost.

Many of those we have were found in

letters to his friends.

 

"He had a very large number of friends."

 

 

(THE IMAGE AS HEXAGRAM)

 

The image, as in a Hexagram:

 

The hermit locks his door against the blizzard.

He keeps the cabin warm.

 

All winter he sorts out all he has.

What was well started shall be finished.

What was not, should be thrown away.

 

In spring he emerges with one garment

and a single book.

 

The cabin is very clean.

 

Except for that, you'd never guess

anyone lived there.

 

 

(I SAW MYSELF)

 

I saw myself

a ring of bone

in the clear stream

of all of it

 

and vowed,

always to be open to it

that all of it

might flow through

 

and then heard

"ring of bone" where

ring is what a

 

bell does.

 

(all from "Hermit Poems", Ring of Bone)

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 13:38:45 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Amazing Grace....

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Rinaldo,

 

        Did someone track down the lyrics of Ginsberg's "Amazing GRace?" If

so. I'd love a copy, backchannel. I listen to the EP CD frequently and love

it. I couldn't find them when I looked on the WEB, but I did discover that

the composition was motivated by Ed Sanders (once of the Fugs) who asked a

number of fellow artists to come up with alternative lyrics. Anyone know

anything more about this?

 

        Antoine

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 13:45:41 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Neil re: Bill Burroughs jr.

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Neil,

 

        Saw your comment about young Bill Burroughs' "mediocre books"....is

that pretty much the case? I saw a copy of "Kentucky Ham" and was wondering

about getting it just today. Can you tell me anything about it. I recently

bought Jan Kerouac's "Baby Driver" and thought I might let my completist

instincts run riot.

 

                Antoine

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 12:42:56 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Inspiration

Comments: To: stauffer@pacbell.net

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

james,

 

groggy mid=siesta thinking.  (your address is one of those which

defaults the old way BTW)

 

James Stauffer wrote:

>

> David,

>

> To get the image to work, just envision the brightness of the campfire,

> which makes the surrounding darkness deeper and even more unknown.

> Sounds out there.  Animals moving around. The Other.

>

> J. Stauffer

 

Sun in south window, microwave beeping poems, the world outside #23 as

far away as Tangier, Crickets outside my window, cars move by to and

fro, books scattered two and fro, the Other.  I know the Other

intimately.

 

thanks for the help....david on way back to siesta of rip van winkle

proportions.

 

dbr

>

> RACE --- wrote:

> >

> > How Poetry Comes to Me

> >

> > It comes blundering over the

> > Boulders at night, it stays

> > Frightened outside the

> > Range of my campfire

> > I go to meet it at the

> > Edge of the light.

> >

> >         -- Gary Snyder

> >         from No Nature

> >

> > I'll need help with this one.  Not being exactly an "outdoorsman", i can

> > only try to comprehend GS here by analogy.  The best I get is some local

> > parks for a literal understanding of what he's saying.

> >

> > david rhaesa

> > salina, Kansas

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 12:48:48 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Amazing Grace....

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Antoine Maloney wrote:

>

> Rinaldo,

>

>         Did someone track down the lyrics of Ginsberg's "Amazing GRace?" If

> so. I'd love a copy, backchannel. I listen to the EP CD frequently and love

> it. I couldn't find them when I looked on the WEB, but I did discover that

> the composition was motivated by Ed Sanders (once of the Fugs) who asked a

> number of fellow artists to come up with alternative lyrics. Anyone know

> anything more about this?

>

>         Antoine

>  Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

>

>     "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

> cease to be amused."

 

Me too!

 

david rhaesa

nita #23

500 east crawford st.

salina, Kansas 67401

 

dbr

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 13:04:34 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         jo grant <jgrant@BOOKZEN.COM>

Subject:      Re: Gargon on Cuba

In-Reply-To:  <199710291755.LAA22319@msn.globaldialog.com>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

>Jo, are you sure it's a felony to contact cuba about books or journals.

>As a librarian collecting spanish language materials, I've had

>correspondence with Cubans on book and journal orders several times.

>The only problem I've encountered is paying for the stuff in a different

>currency.

 

Just got a clarification.... No sanctions on E-mail to Cuba.  There once

was, but no more. Ditto for phone calls I'm told. However, the

clarification is not authoritative. Have requested authoritative

clarification from Sen. Wellstones's office.

 

will pass info on.

 

j grant

 

           Small Press Authors and Publishers display books

                           FREE

                             at

                               BookZen

                          http://www.bookzen.com

                402,900 visitors - 07-01-96 to 07-01-97

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 14:08:36 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Re: Inspiration

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

David,

 

        If you haven't done it, to be out, really in the wild, on a moonless

night is atounding and great....and can be fearsome. One can hardly believe

the inky blackness of a cloud covered moonless night. In 1970 when I was

doing lots of hitchhiking, my city eyes and sensibilities had a few shocks.

I can remember waking up on a roadside in northern Ontario sealed in my

sleeping bag to escape the mosquitoes; it had turned cool, the mosquitos

were gone and the moon was long gone; the sky was SO filled with stars... I

just lay there gaping and turned and woke Mike to look as well.

 

        A month later we we driving through Redwood National Forest at night

- moonless. I asked if we could stop on the chance I could find a few

Redwood or Sequoia cones. When the door closed on the van it was as if a

black velvet bag had been pulled over my head. I looked up and could see a

tiny, tiny ribbon of stars way overhead...just befpore I toppled over into

the roadside ditch.

 

        We had just come away from San Francisco and I so wish I had been

clued into the Beats then.

 

        I can certainly imagine what Snyder describes with his "I go to meet

it at the edge of the light."

 

        Antoine

 

                ****************

 

from David Rhaesa

 

>How Poetry Comes to Me

>

>It comes blundering over the

>Boulders at night, it stays

>Frightened outside the

>Range of my campfire

>I go to meet it at the

>Edge of the light.

>

>        -- Gary Snyder

>        from No Nature

>

>I'll need help with this one.  Not being exactly an "outdoorsman", i can

>only try to comprehend GS here by analogy.  The best I get is some local

>parks for a literal understanding of what he's saying.

>

>david rhaesa

>salina, Kansas

>

 Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

 

    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

cease to be amused."

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 14:17:04 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Antoine Maloney <stratis@ODYSSEE.NET>

Subject:      Re: BASEBALL and Cuba and Beat???

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Timothy

 

        "like cool daddyo"              ....now that's Beat for sure!!

 

        Antoine

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 11:39:23 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Levi Asher <brooklyn@NETCOM.COM>

Subject:      Al Hinkle

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

To answer the question about Al Hinkle, the real life

Ed Dunkel of On The Road -- he died about a year ago.

He and his wife Helen (Galatea Dunkel) were still living

in the San Jose/Los Gatos area, and were still good

friends with Carolyn Cassady and the Cassady kids at the

end, which is a sort of interesting fact given the odd

way they met during that cross-country trip that is now

Beat legend ...

 

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

| 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    |

|                                                     |

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

|                                                     |

|                            "Not sunglasses, shades" |

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

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 13:54:42 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Inspiration

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Antoine Maloney wrote:

>

> David,

>

>         If you haven't done it, to be out, really in the wild, on a moonless

> night is atounding and great....and can be fearsome. One can hardly believe

> the inky blackness of a cloud covered moonless night. In 1970 when I was

> doing lots of hitchhiking, my city eyes and sensibilities had a few shocks.

> I can remember waking up on a roadside in northern Ontario sealed in my

> sleeping bag to escape the mosquitoes; it had turned cool, the mosquitos

> were gone and the moon was long gone; the sky was SO filled with stars... I

> just lay there gaping and turned and woke Mike to look as well.

>

>         A month later we we driving through Redwood National Forest at night

> - moonless. I asked if we could stop on the chance I could find a few

> Redwood or Sequoia cones. When the door closed on the van it was as if a

> black velvet bag had been pulled over my head. I looked up and could see a

> tiny, tiny ribbon of stars way overhead...just befpore I toppled over into

> the roadside ditch.

>

>         We had just come away from San Francisco and I so wish I had been

> clued into the Beats then.

>

>         I can certainly imagine what Snyder describes with his "I go to meet

> it at the edge of the light."

>

>         Antoine

>

>                 ****************

>

> from David Rhaesa

>

> >How Poetry Comes to Me

> >

> >It comes blundering over the

> >Boulders at night, it stays

> >Frightened outside the

> >Range of my campfire

> >I go to meet it at the

> >Edge of the light.

> >

> >        -- Gary Snyder

> >        from No Nature

> >

> >I'll need help with this one.  Not being exactly an "outdoorsman", i can

> >only try to comprehend GS here by analogy.  The best I get is some local

> >parks for a literal understanding of what he's saying.

> >

> >david rhaesa

> >salina, Kansas

> >

>  Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

>

>     "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

> cease to be amused."

 

Antoine,

 

I have some memories of the type you are describing and the inspiration

you mention does come to me.  It is just that the place -- for now --

must be different.  My home is my forest right now the town a darkness I

am learning to traverse.  Memories of last outing with a poetess and

dear friend Joy Golisch haunt me.  The friendship turned sour and i

became perhaps the ugliest feeling being in my entire memory.  Feeling

totally betrayed, I reacted by changing roles from being Joy's secretary

to finding my own voice.  So in some ways many poems written anywhere

come from the outdoor inspirations.  The night Allen Ginsberg died i

made a phone call and was told that Joy had died of leukemia.  Still

makes me sad that I didn't mend fences before fate cast that straw.

Somewhere there is a poem "I think I fell in love with her name" which

is close as I could come to a resolution of a vicious cold war in the

poetic community of the Quad Cities.  I guess it still haunts me now --

though i thought it was long past.  Along with that my world collapsed

before and after that spectacle many times and as the Work in Progress

probably begins to make clear the living in this world is a new art

being learned all over again.  The analogies i drew make sense to me.

The microwave speaks in ways that i can't quite describe right now and I

woke from a siesta hearing the thermostat tell me of tales to tell.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 11:59:49 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         ANNE ELIZABETH SNEDDON <sneddon@NEVADA.EDU>

Subject:      Carolyn Cassady (was: Al Hinkle)

In-Reply-To:  <199710291939.LAA09986@netcom.netcom.com>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

Which reminds me, does Carolyn make any public appearances? Is she

involved with anything on the Internet? Is it possible for fans/students

to get in touch with her, or is she reclusive?

Anne Sneddon

 

On Wed, 29 Oct 1997, Levi Asher wrote:

 

> To answer the question about Al Hinkle, the real life

> Ed Dunkel of On The Road -- he died about a year ago.

> He and his wife Helen (Galatea Dunkel) were still living

> in the San Jose/Los Gatos area, and were still good

> friends with Carolyn Cassady and the Cassady kids at the

> end, which is a sort of interesting fact given the odd

> way they met during that cross-country trip that is now

> Beat legend ...

>

> -------------------------------------------------------

> | 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    |

> |                                                     |

> |                   *---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---* |

> |                                                     |

> |                            "Not sunglasses, shades" |

> -------------------------------------------------------

>

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 14:21:52 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Inspiration

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

James,

 

        Thanks, as i'm pretty sure you know, my knowledge of Snyder and Welch

is up there with Seargeant Schultz of Hogan's Heroes "I KNOW NOTHING!"

And it seems these are voices I will want to learn and embrace in time.

A gradual process I'm certain.

 

        I must venture to the library tomorrow and will look for Welch junk.  I

think they might have some McClure junk too.  So when I turn in some

Joyce junk I'll try and check out some of those to connect more with

this different style and attitude towards writing.

 

        I think Charlie Plymell mentioned Lew Welch in Last of the Mocassins

but I can't be certain.

 

        It will take me some time to digest these.  I'm about to look into the

second thing on As For Poets in Turtle Island.

 

david

 

James Stauffer wrote:

>

> David,

>

> A little Lew Welch in counterpoint to the Snyder pome on poetry

>

> (WHENEVER I MAKE A NEW POEM)

>

> Whenever I make a new poem,

> the old ones sound like gibberish.

> How can they ever make sense in a book?

>

> Let them say:

> "He seems to have lived in the mountains.

> He travelled now and then.

> When he apeared in cities,

> he was almost always drunk.

>

> "Most of his poems are lost.

> Many of those we have were found in

> letters to his friends.

>

> "He had a very large number of friends."

>

> (THE IMAGE AS HEXAGRAM)

>

> The image, as in a Hexagram:

>

> The hermit locks his door against the blizzard.

> He keeps the cabin warm.

>

> All winter he sorts out all he has.

> What was well started shall be finished.

> What was not, should be thrown away.

>

> In spring he emerges with one garment

> and a single book.

>

> The cabin is very clean.

>

> Except for that, you'd never guess

> anyone lived there.

>

> (I SAW MYSELF)

>

> I saw myself

> a ring of bone

> in the clear stream

> of all of it

>

> and vowed,

> always to be open to it

> that all of it

> might flow through

>

> and then heard

> "ring of bone" where

> ring is what a

>

> bell does.

>

> (all from "Hermit Poems", Ring of Bone)

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 14:38:17 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      On "As for Poets"

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

"Energy is Eternal Delight" -- William Blake, in The Marriage of Heaven

and Hell.  What are we to make of this?  As the overdeveloped world (the

U.S., Japan, etc.) approaches an "energy crisis" with shortages of oil

and electric power (and some nations plan a desperate gamble with

nuclear generating plants) we must remember that oil and coal are the

stored energy of the sun locked by ancient plant-life in its cells.

"Renewable" energy resources are the trees and flowers and all living

beings of today, especially plant-life doing the primary work of

energy-transfer.

 

        On these fuels contemporary nations now depend.  But there is another

kind of energy, in every living being, close to the sun-source but in a

different way.  The power within.  Whence?  "Delight."  The delight of

being alive while knowing of impermanence and death, the acceptance and

mastry of this.  A defintion:

 

Delight is the innocent joy arising

with the perception and realization of

the wonderful empty, intricate,

inter-penetrating,

mutually-embracing, shining

single world beyond all discrimination

or opposites.

 

        This joy is continually reflected in the poems and songs of the world.

"As for Poets" explores the realm of delight in terms of the five

elements that Ancient Greek and China both saw as the constituents of

the physical world.  To which the Buddhist philosophers of India added a

sixth, consciousness, or Mind.  At one point I was tempted to title this

poem "The Five Elements embracing; pierced by; Mind," -- as illustrated

in the mudra (hand position) generally see on images of Vairocana

Buddha.

 

        EARTH is our Mother and a man or woman goes directly to her, needing no

intermediary.

 

        AIR is our breath, spirit, inspiration; a flow which becomes speech

when "sounded" -- the curling back on the same thrust" is close to what

is meant in the Japanese word FUSHI - knot, or whorl in the grain, the

word for song.

 

        FIRE must have a fuel and the heart's fuel is love. The love that makes

poetry burn is not just the green of this spring, but draws on the

ancient web of sympathetic, compassionate, and erotic acts that lies

behind our very existence, a stored energy into our genes and dreams --

fossil love a sly term for that deep-buried sweetness brough to

conscious thought.

 

        WATER is creation, the mud we crawled on; the wash of tides in the

cells.  The Water Poet is the Creator.  His calligraphy is the trails

and tracks we living beings leave in each other; in the world; his poem.

 

        But swallow it all.  Size is no problem, a little SPACE encloses a huge

void. There, those great whorls, the stars hang.  Who can get outside

the universe?  But the poem was born elsewhere, and need not stay.  Like

the wild geese of the Arctic it heads home, far above the borders, where

most things cannot cross.

 

Now, we are both in, and outside, the world at once.  The only place

this can be is the MIND.  Ah, what a poem.  It is what is completely, in

the past, present, and future simultaneously, seeing being, and being

seen.

 

        Can we really do this?  But we do.  So we sing.  Poetry is for all men

and women.  The power within -- the more you give, the more you have to

give -- will still be our source when coal and oil are long gone, and

atoms are left to spin in peace.

 

        -- Gary Snyder

        From Turtle Island Section "Plain Talk"

 

Goodness ... all but the earth is in the mind's eye of this typist and

why is it left out?  Hmm.  And how to leave the mind and move back into

space, water, fire (real not metaphysical), and earth????  Questions

hoping to learn in this new brand of beat poetry.

 

david rhaesa

salina, Kansas

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:04:11 +0000

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

Subject:      lately i just

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1; x-mac-type="54455854";

              x-mac-creator="4D4F5353"

Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

 

lately i just keep waking

alone

in the black in the night

i breathe shallowly i wear earphones

not to wake you

 

not to waken you

i breath shallowly

3 am 4 am

mind wanders and stumbles

 stuck in the valley of consciousness

motorless

timelessness, i

don=92t think of tomorrow

merge with the blackness

and listen to the burning

fire

in my ears,  break free

and turning

turn up the volume on the stereo

sobbing

i make my choice

i light the candle

i shed

clothes a sunder

i twirl on the balls of my

feet and let

my hips find their own rhythm

i have a scarf

i twirl throw

it veils the lamp

i dance to my anima, shasdow cast

 i ride the the fiddles

in the midst of my

halcyon hurricane

dancing the blackness

 

go away if it bothers you, in fact

please go away.

its the blackness you see

the blackness and me

everybody knows about me

everybody knows about me

the song

the vigil

energy

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 16:17:24 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "john v. omlor" <omlor@PACKET.NET>

Subject:      Speaking of Poets... (a longish bit o' fun)

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Since the subject of poets (as generic types) has come up I thought I'd

just offer this small bit of  fiction to which at least a few of you might

relate.  It takes place in a small, fictional, southern town called...

 

 

                                                                Shad County

 

 

 

 

 

Things were just startin to quiet down around Shad County when the call

came into the office.  Lucy found me on the radio to let me know that Billy

Taylor had called from over his place.  It seems he had just got back from

his last seven-day haul and when he went to park his rig out behind his

house he noticed a rustle or somethin coming from back in the shack where

he used to keep that old tractor his daddy left him.  Well, anyways, what

he found when he got there, what he described to Lucy and she described to

me, right away it got me worried.

 

I figured the best thing to do first off was to go deputize Fred Silver's

oldest boy, Fred Jr..  If this was what I thought it was we were in for

some serious trouble.  I headed over to the Silver's to pick up young Fred

and on the way I tried to figure out what the most sensible way of

approachin this thing might be.  Even after I got Fred in the car and we

were on our way to Billy's I didn't really have an idea.

 

The scene at the Taylor place was just about what I expected.  Billy was

scared.  'Course, he hadn't slept for seven straight days, so it was kinda

hard to tell, but he just didn't seem himself.  Anyway, he didn't have the

foggiest what could of left that old shack in the state it was in inside.

Fred and I grabbed a couple of flashlights and started real slowly to ease

our way in through the old wooden door that was already startin to fall of

its hinges.  One side of the shack was filled to near burstin with Billy's

old 72 Malibu convertible, with holes chewed clean through the top.  The

thing had been on blocks since Billy's brother didn't come back from Los

Angeles or Vietnam or wherever it was that he died, and anyway, nobody

talked about it much.  The other side of the shack, where the roof beams

had started to sag and where even the bats couldn't hang on for their lives

anymore, well, that side told the whole story.

 

Our flashlights lit up the room bright enough.  Scattered around on old

buckets and some old cement block were all these candles, burnt most of the

way down.  The floor was covered, almost an inch deep, in cigarette butts

and at least a dozen bottles, some broken, some not even empty were thrown

around the place.  It was bad enough that a lot of them were wine bottles

but there was no question left when I made my way over to the far corner of

the shack.  There, near a small hole broken into the back wall -- it was

single piece of white paper with thin blue lines, the kind somebody

obviously ripped out from one of them grade school composition books.

 

I held it up to the light of Fred's flashlight and looked the kid straight

in the eyes.

 

"Well, Fred, you know what we got here, don't ya?"

 

Fred's eyes got bigger.  "Ya mean..."

 

"Yep," I said.  "Poets."

 

When I said it Fred gave a small shiver.  "Poets! We ain't never had poets

in this county.  There can't be a poet within a hundred miles of this

place."

 

"I'm tellin' ya Fred, this here's the remains of a poets' gatherin.  Look

at the wine bottles, and generic cigarettes for Chrissakes."

 

Fred was scared now.  "You ever seen poets before?"

 

"Not really.  A few years back they had a run of them up at Cross Point,

out behind Charlie's tackle shop.  But we didn't pay much mind down here,

we just figured wherever you got lakes, come Springtime you gonna' get some

poets, its just a fact of life you gotta learn to live with.  You know,

what with the scenery and all.  Anyways, Charlie had the mayor close down

the bars for a month and they vanished back into the hills I guess.  These

ones here must of been scared down by hunters or those nature hikers or

somethin.  Just look at this place."

 

"What're we gonna' do Sheriff.  I mean, we don't wanna be over run."

 

"Well," I said as I picked up a couple of the bottles and checked the marks

left on the ground by big poet butts, "I don't rightly think we have to

worry just yet.  There looks to only be about eight or nine of 'em so far,

I'd guess about half males and half females.  That's usually how it is

anyway, the males usually follow the females down."

 

"You mean," Fred was stammerin' now, "they might, you know, might have babies!?"

 

"Nah, we don't really gotta worry there.  Everybody knows poets ain't

fertile.  Hell, the males don't often make it much past thirty 'fore they

die, and the females seem to have found some way to use alcohol as birth

control.  Anyways, if they was likely to be havin' babies they wouldn't be

poets, would they?"

 

Fred didn't look that sure as I led him out.  He was even less sure that

night when we came back to see if the poets showed up.  Sure enough, the

glow through the door of the Taylor shack told us what we wanted to know.

With just me and Fred I wasn't about to go burstin' in on a bunch of juiced

up probably suicidal poets in the middle of the night, so we just listened

and waited.  Suddenly a great wave of coughin and hackin came from the

shack.

 

"Well, one's things for sure," I said as I turned to Fred.  "We ain't gonna

be able to smoke 'em out."

 

 

It was just before sun up when we finally heard em scatterin out through

the back hole, coughin and laughin about probably nothin.  Fred and I

waited a while for the smoke to clear and then made our way into the shack.

It was a nightmare in there.  Fred found a small scrap of paper over by

the hole and when I got to him he was holdin' back his dinner.

 

"Jesus, listen to this...  You ripped me bleeding from my own womb only to

shred me like second hand jeans."

 

"Animals, what do you expect?  Don't look like there's more this time than

last though.  Maybe that's the whole pack.  I figure, we get fifteen maybe

twenty guys and maybe also a couple of those Neil Diamond eight tracks I

got back in my garage, and maybe send down to the University for an old

poetry professor or two and that should scare 'em back into the hills."

 

Fred had lost it over in the corner of the shack, but even after he was

done, the place actually smelled better.  "Anyway," I said, "we'll be OK

for a few hours anyway.  Its not that they actually sleep I don't think,

but they do tend to stay out of sight during breakfast and lunch hours.

Liked they worked somewhere or somethin.  C'mon, Fred."

 

But, as I turned, there, behind Fred with their backs against the back wall

and a look on their eyes that told me parts of them were on vacation

somewhere, were four of the scariest lookin poets any man had ever seen.

At first I wasn't sure...it must have been the hair that fooled me, but I

think it was three females and a male, though just which one had the

mustache was kinda hard to tell.  I tried to signal to Fred not to turn

around even though he could tell I was lookin behind him, but it was too

late.  The one in the second hand dress and cowboy boots, the one with the

legs whiter than the bark on a birch, bared her teeth. "Hey, what's up?"

 

Fred froze.  I knew I couldn't leave him there or he'd be dead meat.  Next

time I'd see him he'd be chain smokin' and talkin about re-workin' some

image cause he didn't think it worked in the context of the whole piece.

He'd have that lost puppy look in his eyes of a young man who lives with

the possibility of drunken no-strings-attached sex every day of his life. I

had to save him for his own sake if not for his daddy's.  Fred Sr., after

all, pulled a lot of strings around the county.

 

The shortest one, another female, this one in old sweats and carryin a book

with one of them psychedelic covers slipped up next to Fred and asked him

if he'd ever been to Mexico and hadn't they gotten high once at somethin

called the Yucatan peninsula.  All this time the other female wandered over

the floor of the shack, pushing her bang out of her eyes with one hand

while she checked the bottles for left overs with the other.  The male,

tall and skinnier than a split rail with straight hair that my wife would

kill for sat quietly in the corner workin in a little spiral bound pocket

notebook. Hell, he was probably sittin right there in front of me...revisin

or somethin.  The whole thing was like one of them National Geographic

specials.  I swear I wished I woulda had my camera, them pictures woulda

been worth a fortune to one of those tabloid papers.  Still, I had to think

fast.  Fred was already startin' to lose it.  The female with the bang and

tight brown shirt had found a bottle and was throwin it back and Fred's

eyes were glued to her breasts like they held the promise of eternal life.

 

"Fred!  Fred!  She'll only use you as somethin to write about and tomorrow

you'll feel like hell and won't recognize yourself in the poem anyways.

Fred!"

 

I couldn't break his trance.  I tried somethin' else.

 

"Fred, I hear their givin out free Beer over at the Lighthouse tavern in

Pine Bluff.  You hear that Fred?  Free  Beer  Free...

 

But the night had gone on too long and the poets weren't conscious enough

to recognize what would have otherwise been like a mating call to 'em.

Fred had drifted over to the brown one and was about to say somethin to

her, probably about the shards of light that were torn through the broken

fragments of a long forgotten window pain or somethin,  Finally a light

went off in my head.

 

"I know, Fred, I know, let's do a little structuralist analysis, what do

you say?  C'mon, it'll be fun.  Let's decode the semiotic process inscribed

into any utterance, semiological or otherwise.  Think about it Fred, what

sort of signification process do we have here..."

 

It was workin.  The poets had started to inch backwards, their faces

twisted in that same scowl I seen once at the movies when they threw water

on that witch in the Wizard of OZ.

 

"You know, Fred, we were chewin over this just the other night on your

daddy's back porch after supper.  Isn't there some sort of transcendental

process of signification inscribed into any utterance that positions it

within a loop of meaning?  That makes it possible for it to mean?  What was

it you said about meanin?

 

Fred's eyes broke their stare.  "You mean that meanin is never stable

always bein positioned as it is between the unstable construction of a

subject position and the possibility of a gap between signifier and

signified?"

 

That did it... The females burst out the door in a full gallop, the male

staying only long enough to close his book and mumble somethin about not

even a decent roach to be found, and the shack was quiet and Fred was cryin

in my arms.

 

As I put him into the back of the patrol car and lit myself a good old

fashioned Salem I ran through the evenin' in my mind and let out one final

long stream of clear blue smoke.

 

Sometimes I really don't like bein the sheriff around here.

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:37:06 +0000

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Marie Countryman <country@SOVER.NET>

Subject:      wrong draft

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1; x-mac-type="54455854";

              x-mac-creator="4D4F5353"

Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

 

lately i just keep waking

alone

in the black in the night

i breathe shallowly i wear earphones

not to wake you

 

not to wake you

i breath shallowly

3 am 4 am

mind wanders and stumbles

 stuck in the valley of consciousness

black timelessness,

 i don=92t

think of tomorrow

merge with the blackness

listen to the burning

fire

in my ears,  break free

and turning

turn up the volume on the

sobbing stereo wailing

i make my choice

light the candle

shed my

clothes

twirl on the balls of my

feet and let

my hips find their own rhythm

scarf in hand,

flung swirls, settles

the lamp shadows cast,

i dance to my anima,

shadow cast

 i ride the the fiddles

in the midst of hurricane

a halcyon dance

with blackness

 

go away if it bothers you, in fact

please go away.

its the blackness you see

the blackness and me

everybody nobody knows about me

nobody everybody

nobody knows about me

the song

the vigil

energy

 

 

oct 29? 97

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 15:35:18 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      Re: Neil re: Bill Burroughs jr.

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Antoine Maloney wrote:

>

> Neil,

>

>         Saw your comment about young Bill Burroughs' "mediocre books"....is

> that pretty much the case? I saw a copy of "Kentucky Ham" and was wondering

> about getting it just today. Can you tell me anything about it. I recently

> bought Jan Kerouac's "Baby Driver" and thought I might let my completist

> instincts run riot.

>

>                 Antoine

>  Voice contact at  (514) 933-4956 in Montreal

>

>     "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never

> cease to be amused."

 in my o. kentucky ham is far superior to literary outlaw as a

purchase,  i was so disappointed in the accuracy of LO, a hack job very

poorly writen.  kentucky ham was uneven but strangely gripping.

p

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 17:40:33 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Aesthetica Eclectica and more!

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

  I have another web page for your perusal...

 

   http://www.angelfire.com/biz/mapaul/index.html

 

  News on Bill Morgan's new book, The Beat Generation In New York: A Walking

Tour of Jack Kerouac's City:

 

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

 

  The New York Times book reviews on four of Jack Kerouac's novels reprinted

here at:

 

   http://www.freeyellow.com/members/upstartcrow/thereviews.html

 

                              Thanks! Paul...

"We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway to our virtues."

                                           Henry David Thoreau

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 18:17:16 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Al Hinkle

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

I thought his name was Ed Hinkle?

 

Jon

 

At 11:39 AM 10/29/97 -0800, you wrote:

>To answer the question about Al Hinkle, the real life

>Ed Dunkel of On The Road -- he died about a year ago.

>He and his wife Helen (Galatea Dunkel) were still living

>in the San Jose/Los Gatos area, and were still good

>friends with Carolyn Cassady and the Cassady kids at the

>end, which is a sort of interesting fact given the odd

>way they met during that cross-country trip that is now

>Beat legend ...

>

>-------------------------------------------------------

>| 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    |

>|                                                     |

>|                   *---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---* |

>|                                                     |

>|                            "Not sunglasses, shades" |

>-------------------------------------------------------

>

>

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:00:48 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Neil re: Bill Burroughs jr.

In-Reply-To:  <BEAT-L%1997102913454133@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII

 

I like Billy's stuff too.  Though its not particulary stylized, what he

has to say is great.  He's also quite frank about it all, which is where

his talent lie I think. You could put his writing next Jan's and Hunke's.

Not possessed of genius but you can see a lot of potential.  I wonder what

he would have been able to do if he'd been able to clean himself up (had

something in his mind to clean himself up for) and take to writing

seriously.

 

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

Alex Howard  (704)264-8259                    Appalachian State University

kh14586@am.appstate.edu                       P.O. Box 12149

http://www1.appstate.edu/~kh14586             Boone, NC  28608

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:21:02 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Phil Chaput <philzi@TIAC.NET>

Subject:      Re: Speaking of Poets... (a longish bit o' fun)

In-Reply-To:  <199710292117.QAA27201@lido.packet.net>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

At 04:17 PM 10/29/97 -0500, you wrote:

>Since the subject of poets (as generic types) has come up I thought I'd

>just offer this small bit of  fiction to which at least a few of you might

>relate.  It takes place in a small, fictional, southern town called...

>

>

>                                                                Shad County

 

John, I absolutely loved it. It helps to keep a sense of humor in all this

madness. What else you got? Phil

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:23:28 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Kerouac Source Material

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Mark:

 

I wasn't telling you what your point was. I was saying what to me, the

point is.  And that is that anyone that I know would acknowledge that there

is plenty of "Kerouac" material out there.  That is not new news.  If you

want to get to something that his an issue, you have to go beyond the

surface issue.  I took your post to say that something "new" was being put

forth, that material is available.  To Me, that is beside the point.   I

did not disagree with you or tell you that you were wrong, just that I

think, you missed the real point.  You disagree, fine.   We both are

entitled to our opinons.

 

Hemenway . Mark wrote:

 

> Please don't tell me what my point is. I say it again. There is lots of

> Kerouac material in libraries and Universities around the country. If

> you want to see some lists, check out <<Dharma beat>> magazine.

>

> Mark Hemenway

 

 

 

--

 

Peace,

 

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

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

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:29:11 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Kerouac Source Material

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Paul:

 

I will not take the time to address these issues.  Simply to say, that there are

inventories of the stolen letters.  I have a letter from the University claiming

that it did all it could do to recover the stolen letters.  You saying that they

don't exist and weren't stolen certainly means that your information lacks

credibility.  Myself, I care not to indulge you as Gerry has done.

 

Please get it straight and quit trying to pretend that the facts are not there.

You know they are.

 

Paul A. Maher Jr. wrote:

 

> >

> I am appalled that such inaccuracies originate from one who is supposed to

> be educated in the subject of law. The estate has never denied access to any

> of its archives but merely, to require permission for the xeroxing of

> documents originating from Jack Kerouac. Your research with Berkeley, I am

> positive, was taken out of context.

>   As far as stolen letters. Quite simply, what letters? The library has no

> record of whatever letters in question as being stolen. This was confirmed

> by myself when I was informed by Gerry Nicosia that I was suspected (by the

> library) in this. With a clear conscience I know that I did not make off

> with them. The librarian had no idea, nor is there documentation. when I

> approached UMass Lowell police, they had nothing to go on. They have nothing

> that is like the inventory list that is similar to the list on Jo Grant's

> site. If these are the letters in question, suffice it to say that there has

> not been an attempt to recover them because the existence of them in the

> library is disputable.

>      On the other hand, the security in the library is marginal. I remember

> a case of some letters, dating from the 1700's to the present, (among them

> letters from Thoreau and Emerson) donated to the library through the

> passionate efforts of a professor of the same institution. The letters were

> placed in a box similar to a shoe box and left on a open shelf like many

> other items of ephemeral value. The letters were taken away by the

> Massachusetts Historical Society when it made a surprise inspection to see

> how the letters were being handled. Hoards of Kerouac fans each year go to

> this place to see, hopefully, Kerouac items. They also go to the Lowell

> Public Library. Items, books and such, from the city library had all been

> made off with over the years. As it has been highlighted before in a similar

> thread, books of this subject are often stolen from book stores. Anyone

> wanting something bad enough will go to its source and take it.

>

>    Paul....

> "We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway to our virtues."

>                                            Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

--

 

Peace,

 

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

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

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:34:27 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Keith and baseball

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Keith:

 

Go to my page, to the beat page and to Cosmic Baseball and see for

yourself.  Check it out dude.  :-)

 

SUHOZA, JAMES P wrote:

 

>         Mike,

>

>         If you are located near Sacramento, as is our buddy Warren,

> cruise up to Diamond Springs and find

>         the used record store, (can't recall the name but, heh, the town

> ain't that big).  The owner has about

>         30 old JJW records and probably 30-40 old singles, remember

> 45's?  My guess is that he also has Waylon's stuff (thank God he missed

> the plane!)

>

>         Good luck

>

>         Jim in El Dorado

>

> > hello out there.  i am looking for a 1976 recording by jjw entitled

> > "it's a

> > good night for singin' " as well as a ''78 recording of "white

> > mansions" done

> > by waylon and others.  suggestions would be most appreciated.  thanks.

> > mike.

> > **********************************************************************

> > **

> > SEND UNSUBSCRIBES TO: majordomo@io.com with message of unsubscribe

> > JJW-L

> > **********************************************************************

> > **

> >

> ************************************************************************

> SEND UNSUBSCRIBES TO: majordomo@io.com with message of unsubscribe JJW-L

> ************************************************************************

 

 

 

--

 

Peace,

 

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

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

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:34:59 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Keith and baseball

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Keith:

 

Go to my page, to the beat page and to Cosmic Baseball and see for

yourself.  Check it out dude.  :-)

 

 

--

 

Peace,

 

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

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

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 20:16:17 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Kerouac Source Material

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

At 07:29 PM 10/29/97 -0500, you wrote:

>Paul:

>

>I will not take the time to address these issues.  Simply to say, that

there are

>inventories of the stolen letters.  I have a letter from the University

claiming

>that it did all it could do to recover the stolen letters.  You saying that

they

>don't exist and weren't stolen certainly means that your information lacks

>credibility.  Myself, I care not to indulge you as Gerry has done.

>

>Please get it straight and quit trying to pretend that the facts are not there.

>You know they are.

 

Just another hack lawyer who can't admit when he's wrong....

"We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway to our virtues."

                                           Henry David Thoreau

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 20:16:21 -0500

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

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

Subject:      Re: Kerouac Source Material

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Paul:

 

This is sad.  As I have stated before, you lose all your credibility when you

 make

personal attacks.  I hope you will grow out of it.   But, I will not play your

 dirty

games.  And on this list, I am not a lawyer.  I am just another person, like

 you.

 

 

Paul A. Maher Jr. wrote:

 

> Just another hack lawyer who can't admit when he's wrong....

> "We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway to our virtues."

>                                            Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

--

 

Peace,

 

Bentz

bocelts@scsn.net

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

=========================================================================

Date:         Thu, 30 Oct 1997 10:44:10 +0900

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Timothy Hoffman <timothy@GOL.COM>

Subject:      November Blues

In-Reply-To:  <199710292138.QAA03575@pike.sover.net>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Hi everyone.

Usually, I like to get out my old paperback copy of Tough Guys Don't Dance

(by N. Mailer) and read it as the seasons change as they do this time of

year. Great book. Before I do, though, I thought,  that I might humbly

submit a little something I worked on recently to the list. I tried to get

a rythm going in it, and must say I got a little inspiration from Dylan's

"Last Thoughts on Woody Guthry". Copy it and take it outside to read

somewhere where it's cloudy and windy and the dry leaves are scritching

across the road and it's getting chilly.

 

November Blues

 

When you feel beat

 . . .like tired of the crowds

they're pushin ya and they're pullin ya stuck in the store where the PA's

too loud

the hour's too late the stairs too far the escalator's broken

the air cooler out

and you're chokin and coughing like in a dream where you know its gone bad

but you can't wake up you claw n scrape n scream but

you're back at that boot camp cabin, soldier, Fort Lost in the Woods

where they test their gas masks

and guys in green are lined up by the door in twos prayer calm

and inside the CS riot control gas is fuming from a Folgers coffee can

set on a wooden office desk in the center of the bare room you breathe it

like water

it rips the soft skin of yr nose and eyes and out you burst from the other side

crying for Jesus or Mom

--Why? screaming stumbling snotty through the trees to fall in a pile face

to the sky

 

. . . like dark body gloom

wheel's fallen off

yr left knee's shot and there's something in yr cough that spells

N-O-V-E-M-B-E-R

a word that was written in the fog you steamed up the car window with

little breaths

as yr Pa brought you home after the crash with yr left leg broken the cast

on yr arm

the stitches they counted like years flipped over and over down Maplegrove Lane

the stars the railroad ties the snowfields tumble

and the little hairline or compound fears grow

from all the ways you could kick before yr hairbrush fills with snow

before you spat on the moon 'fore you saw a perfect Saturday

where you woke up yr kid brother to a harmless cartoon that goes and goes

round n round n round in a bowl of Cheerios

and the bumps heal fast and the fallen nevermind

and the circus sledgehammers squeak like toys and the coyote's fine

 

. . . like everyone's gone or left you alone in the dark

you try to forget it but can't, kick a can in the shadows

pick a song on an old guitar as you walk through the park

turn a dial press a nothing button gone it comes back gone on channel whatever

gone on her smile

so across the fields so (what was that?) everything stops

as you count the change alone into little piles of order,

renaming souls relighting fires restarting engines reliving days rewalking

yr street

all over all over again when you feel beat

 

. . .like when you're longing for home looking in through the windows at night

seeing the old clock that stopped in the warm carpet livingroom scene

the glow of the family in all their buttery faces

the kitchen smells coming out to you on the porch from the oven in great

batches and pans looking in on the bedrooms and yr self as a kid

and the others fresh out of the bath throwin' towels used and damp down in

a pile

after changing into pajamas

some doing homework late

looking in older from the porch on the empty foyer

not ringing the bell but looking back when you feel beat

 

and moving slowly under the black canopy of the evening leaves of November

walking down yr old roads to Main Street

 

 

by Timothy Hoffman

 

:::===:::===:::===:::===:::===:::===:::===:::

Timothy Hoffman

Komaki English Teaching Center (KETC)

Komaki Shiminkaikan, KETC

2-107 Komaki

Komaki, Aichi 485

work (0568) 76-0905

fax (0568) 77-8207

home (0568)72-3549

timothy@gol.com

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 20:06:00 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Patricia Elliott <pelliott@SUNFLOWER.COM>

Subject:      david o and scattered  scraps

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

david ohle

     QUIET, WHATS THAT NOISE

     ringmaster, orphan, thinking, thinking

twisting, turning over rocks.

        solid honor, clever charm

 

he can take a small point,

by twisting and turning it,

show a large amount of light.

 

he honors love, small warm things

fill him with a wonder that he of

course hides, what does he care.

 

 

 

found poem

 curiousity

 I use an on-line service called Data Base Technology to

find missing witnesses.  It is amazing. With just a SSN, date of birth

and last name, or even a license plate number, I can find addresses,

phone numbers, relatives, SSN's, DL's, vehicles owned, etc., etc.

what is data base technology?

 

Circling space

 

Web, web weave, now a moment

new art dancing in cyber space,

its not real, nor is man.

a magic wand of time,

created life from frankenstein to dancing sticks,

lift the line and grimacing begins.

i strung beads for rides preparing for geography

handing  them over at the exit.

now, simple urls of blue light offered to each of us.

lets go where the pimply faced boys is king,

the old can rock around the world in a click.

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 18:21:41 PST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Keith Medline <mrsparty@HOTMAIL.COM>

Subject:      Re: BASEBALL and Cuba and Beat???

Content-Type: text/plain

 

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

 

Lets see poems, baseball.....

 

You tell me what has more to do with beat?  I wrote the poem for a beat

reading that is coming up and wanted input.  You see you just got pulled

over on a one way street you thought was a two way street and missed my

glass house by a mile....

Keith

PS let it die s'il vous plait

 

>What does your poem have to do with beat?

>

>You see it is a two way street.  Your post started it and it had

nothing to

>do with beat.

>

>But no one threw stones at you or your glass house.

>

>You see what I mean?

>

 

>>

>>

>

 

 

______________________________________________________

Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 18:27:17 PST

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         Keith Medline <mrsparty@HOTMAIL.COM>

Subject:      Mr. Gallaher

Content-Type: text/plain

 

This is an open letter to Mr. Gallaher:

 

Dear Mr. Gallaher,

 

     Why do you find it nessisary to attack my request?  Do you find it

funny to point fingers and mock me?  Is that what your mental abilities

allow you to do, or am I over exaggerating you mental capabilities by

giving you that much credit?  Perhaps you simply thought I would find

being mocked and ridiculed publicly funny?  Perhaps when you look in the

mirror you should think about when you were eight years old, have you

changed at all mentally?  Or do you find the same juvenile pranks

hilarious, because I certainly don't.  Maybe you should express yourself

to others who appreciate it.

A very offended,

Keith

 

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

Keith   mrsparty@hotmail.com /  I think of Dean Moriarty.

http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/rothko/31/index.html

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

 

 

______________________________________________________

Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 20:57:32 -0600

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         jo grant <jgrant@BOOKZEN.COM>

Subject:      Re: Kerouac Source Material

In-Reply-To:  <3457DFE4.5AA33DA5@scsn.net>

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

Bentz,

 

What are you doing?  You can't respond to that kind of crap.

 

Ignore them.

 

Let 'em talk.

 

Let 'em rave. Sit back. Build an archive.

 

The courts will hear both sides, deliberate, and make a decision.

 

Believe me it's a relief to rid yourself of them.

 

j grant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

>Paul:

>

>This is sad.  As I have stated before, you lose all your credibility when you

> make

>personal attacks.  I hope you will grow out of it.   But, I will not play your

> dirty

>games.  And on this list, I am not a lawyer.  I am just another person, like

> you.

>

>

>Paul A. Maher Jr. wrote:

>

>> Just another hack lawyer who can't admit when he's wrong....

>> "We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway to our virtues."

>>                                            Henry David Thoreau

>

>

>

>--

>

>Peace,

>

>Bentz

>bocelts@scsn.net

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

 

 

           Small Press Authors and Publishers display books

                           FREE

                             at

                               BookZen

                          http://www.bookzen.com

                402,900 visitors - 07-01-96 to 07-01-97

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:45:08 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: Mr. Gallaher

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

I didn't mock you.  If you think I did read again.

 

Fee free to tell me what made you feel bad.  I actually tried to be nice.

 

I actually said that I was happy to have people post their poems and then

ask what one thinks.

 

I don't understand why you have this reaction.

 

 

 

>This is an open letter to Mr. Gallaher:

>

>Dear Mr. Gallaher,

>

>     Why do you find it nessisary to attack my request?  Do you find it

>funny to point fingers and mock me?  Is that what your mental abilities

>allow you to do, or am I over exaggerating you mental capabilities by

>giving you that much credit?  Perhaps you simply thought I would find

>being mocked and ridiculed publicly funny?  Perhaps when you look in the

>mirror you should think about when you were eight years old, have you

>changed at all mentally?  Or do you find the same juvenile pranks

>hilarious, because I certainly don't.  Maybe you should express yourself

>to others who appreciate it.

>A very offended,

>Keith

>

>------------------------------------------------------------

>Keith   mrsparty@hotmail.com /  I think of Dean Moriarty.

>http://www.fortunecity.com/victorian/rothko/31/index.html

>------------------------------------------------------------

>

>

>______________________________________________________

>Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 19:47:38 -0800

Reply-To:     "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         "Timothy K. Gallaher" <gallaher@HSC.USC.EDU>

Subject:      Re: BASEBALL and Cuba and Beat???

Mime-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"

 

>HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

>

>Lets see poems, baseball.....

>

>You tell me what has more to do with beat?

 

 

Baseball by all means,

 

an unspoken form of poetry.

 

There are many.

 

unlax

 

(maybe with exlax?)

 

au revoir mon petit avoirdupuis

 

 

 

  >I wrote the poem for a beat

>reading that is coming up and wanted input.  You see you just got pulled

>over on a one way street you thought was a two way street and missed my

>glass house by a mile....

>Keith

>PS let it die s'il vous plait

>

>>What does your poem have to do with beat?

>>

>>You see it is a two way street.  Your post started it and it had

>nothing to

>>do with beat.

>>

>>But no one threw stones at you or your glass house.

>>

>>You see what I mean?

>>

>

>>>

>>>

>>

>

>

>______________________________________________________

>Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com

=========================================================================

Date:         Wed, 29 Oct 1997 21:07:19 -0800

Reply-To:     stauffer@pacbell.net

Sender:       "BEAT-L: Beat Generation List" <BEAT-L@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU>

From:         James Stauffer <stauffer@PACBELL.NET>

Subject:      Re: Carolyn Cassady (was: Al Hinkle)

MIME-Version: 1.0

Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii

Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

 

Anne,

 

I think Leon or Levi are best equipped to answer this, but as I remember

it, Carolyn Cassidy is supposed to be here in California now and is

making an appearance at UC Santa Cruz.  She spends most of her time in

England.  I saw her last at the party for the publication of the "Women

of the Beat Generation" book of Brenda Knights at Tosca in SF.  John

Cassidy, whose interview with Levi I sent to the list this morning,

would be your best contact.  I've got his e-mail address if you need it.

 

J. Stauffer

 

ANNE ELIZABETH SNEDDON wrote:

>

> Which reminds me, does Carolyn make any public appearances? Is she

> involved with anything on the Internet? Is it possible for fans/students

> to get in touch with her, or is she reclusive?

> Anne Sneddon

 



back