Jesus Christus Erlöser

Prendo la metro e scendo a Downtown Crossing, le gente pressa, ovunque odore di sardine e metallo. L’elettricità deve ancora venire.

The 100 coolest Americans

 

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Beat Memories

Kerouac fotografato da Ginsberg (Manhattan, 1953)

Una mostricina.

American Muse, Holy Fool

Neal Cassady (1926-1968)

di Scott Staton per il New Yorker

The critic Morris Dickstein once said that Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” is more important as a myth or a cultural marker than as a novel. Its story of exhilaration and adventure resonates with young readers in the abstract, but few will deny its stretches of tedium, or fail to note the misogyny and narcissism expressed by the misbehaving male characters.

A Pair of Dicks! (Dear Mr. Kerouac)

The problem as I see it is that it can make your protagonists come off like—how to put this, exactly?—well, like a pair of dicks. By way of example, you have Dean Moriarty

Maldonian City Blues

foto di Francesca Woodman

(questa poesia è figlia del ciclo maldoniano di Gaetano Veninata e Moises Di Sante)

After Reading Kerouac’s Manuscript “The Town and the City”

I dwelled in Hell on earth to write this rhyme,

I live in stillness now, in living flame;

Nel sotterraneo

Il Messico fa capolino durante l’orgasmo

And the Hippos Were Boiled in their Tanks

William Burroughs nel 1981

Prossimamente.

Buona visione

Prossimamente.