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Friday, January 4, 2008

Lumberjack Bard

"Wrote 2500 words, until interrupted by a visit from Allen Ginsberg, who came at four o’clock in the morning to tell me that he is going mad, but once and if cured he will communicate with other human beings as no one ever has—completely, sweetly, naturally. He described his terror and seemed on the verge of throwing a fit in my house. When he calmed down I read him parts of my novel [The Town and the City] and he leeringly announced that it was “greater than Melville, in a sense—the great American novel.” I did not believe a word he said. "

Jack Kerouac, 1 de Janeiro de 1948
Um excerto de um dos 200 volumes do seu Diário, aqui, na New Yorker.


Jack Kerouac, right, with his friend and road companion Neal Cassady in 1952. NY Times Photo.

Still vital, 'On the Road' turns 50, no NY Times
On the cliché-paved Road, no Guardian
ambos de Setembro de 2007 por ocasião dos 50 anos de On the Road

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Olá meia.
Estive há pouco tempo em Viana.
Quem sou?
Sim, é verdade.
Um 2008 com tudo do melhor.

Peter

 
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