Today would have been Jack Kerouac’s 90th birthday.
Tag Archives: Beat Generation
The first time I met Allen Ginsberg he peed on my foot. But, that is not the only thing I remember about the vaunted poet of the “Beat Generation.”
To zap the demons of attachment you told your premature mourners to place your corpse on a table strewn with frozen raspberries * Today is July 18, 2002, and the last time I sat in Boulder was summer 1975– you arrived, and I was reading your novels & poems and saw no more need to [...]