1969 -- Beat writer Jack Kerouac, On the Road
no more, dies, age 47, of abdominal bleeding
caused by drinking...
REMEMBERING JACK KEROUAC
Writers are, in a way, very powerful indeed.
They write the script for the reality film. Kerouac
opened a million coffee bars & sold a million pairs
of Levis to both sexes. Woodstock rises from his
pages. Now if writers could get together into a real
tight union, we'd have the world right by the words.
We could write our own universes, & they would all
be as real as a coffee bar or a pair of Levis or a prom
in the Jazz Age. Writers could take over the reality
studio. So they must not be allowed to find
out that they can make it happen. Kerouac understood
this long before I did. Life is a dream, he said.
— from White Fields Press; Published in
Heaven Poster Series #10. Poster includes photo
"Allen Ginsberg taking photograph of
William S. Burroughs: Lawrence, Kansas
1992" courtesy of Allen Ginsberg.
"Let there be joy in baseball
again, like in the days when Babe
Ruth chased an enemy
sportswriter down the streets of
Boston & ended up getting drunk
with him on the waterfront &
came back the next day munching
on hotdogs & boomed homeruns
to the glory of God."
— Jack Kerouac, Escapade, July, 1959