I'm still trying to figure out how to completely understand you, Jack. I can't stop reading everything you've written and I have no idea why I feel so obligated to. You are a spectacular soul and I will pray for you with my entire heart. Thank you for the beautiful books and poems, I don't know where they're taking me yet... But it's somewhere amazing.
jack lived nearby in northport we took care of his cats occaisionally i drove his mother around jack had no car he was trying so hard to be recognized then was a very good man his parties when mom was out of town were like a whos who
It's difficult to understand him if you're sober and logical. He would talk about something and go fastly into a deep focus of every little detail of the story. True, he is difficult to understand.
I used to have a duffle coat called Bluey Junior (on the label). It kept me warm in the parks and on streets when I was young. Parkie Law is the only Lore I follow
There's a sequence in The Subterraneans where Kerouac takes a black girl he's dating to see Charlie Parker play at a club and Parker sort of sizes Kerouac up from the stage, looks him over. Sounds like Jack might be alluding to that here.
In the words of the late Miles Davis, when he would appear on his TV show...."At least he (Steve Allen) tried to play the piano and he did ask intelligent questions."
Read a few Kerouac novels back at uni, never heard his voice until now. Blam! Second word in and there's that non-rhotocity my American fiends told me about, clear as a bell!
He was weak. Dead at 47 because he drank a lot. His best buddies couldn't get into the house to see him because he was too busy drowning in drink; a coward when you get right down to it. I don't need lessons in weakness. My father and two of my sisters were gifted but they were weak in the same way and died young too. Been there, done that. Next case.
@@ennikleinad "The judgement of others". "Others" in cases like these are the strong who fight to survive and live to fight another day; to do their best. Kerouac, like Dylan Thomas departed in his bright base prime (ignoring his own counsel ) and to go gentle into that good night. Frost chose to observe that "the woods are lovely, dark and deep" but that he had "miles to go before I sleep". He was strong, bruised a bit but his ego was in fact a healthy self respect.
I'm so glad you said this. This was what I needed to hear. This is what I need to keep writing. There can be no better fuel than to hear the scared and the weak sick terrified in the dark of their own near sight bemoaning genius and not knowing. Yes. He was weak and he said that. But weak at what? Weak at hum drum and real and all the after having seen the truth and knowing. Weak having dedicated an entire life to one thing only to find the world, most of it, was too scared to even glance near the center jewel of all that. The truth is you haven't been there. You haven't done that. You're g nolan. No one knows who that is seven months later. But he's Jack Kerouac. Known and revered 4 decades after death. You're a sad thing of a man, bemoaning a man gone, and we all get it. The most sad thing about this is that you didn't know how easily we'd all see though you. But I do thank you. Your little pussy is worth some more words to me tonight. To be gifted is to be weak. Laying down to it. So, you know. Rest easy in your strong and don't matter.
I'm still trying to figure out how to completely understand you, Jack. I can't stop reading everything you've written and I have no idea why I feel so obligated to. You are a spectacular soul and I will pray for you with my entire heart. Thank you for the beautiful books and poems, I don't know where they're taking me yet... But it's somewhere amazing.
His cosmic intelligence, hard to tell where it's leading...
jack lived nearby in northport we took care of his cats occaisionally i drove his mother around jack had no car he was trying so hard to be recognized then was a very good man his parties when mom was out of town were like a whos who
@@mcrdaveabc ...than you for taking care of Jack’s needs,etc...May God Bless You and Yours....and Ti Jean.Bright Moments 🌈
How’s it going 3 years later? Still reading?
It's difficult to understand him if you're sober and logical. He would talk about something and go fastly into a deep focus of every little detail of the story. True, he is difficult to understand.
The great Jack Kerouac!!! Your words will live on forever, my friend.
There ain't anymore Kerouac's, Parker's, Steve Allen's or Beats out here in 2019. Just detritus and ashes. No music, no voices.
I used to have a duffle coat called Bluey Junior (on the label). It kept me warm in the parks and on streets when I was young. Parkie Law is the only Lore I follow
God bless you Ti Jean!
There's a sequence in The Subterraneans where Kerouac takes a black girl he's dating to see Charlie Parker play at a club and Parker sort of sizes Kerouac up from the stage, looks him over. Sounds like Jack might be alluding to that here.
Wasn't Bird checking out Kerouac's lady in that scene?
@@craignightingale8022 “Strange Fruit”
ALL IS WELL! This is what Charlie Parker said when he played ... ALL IS WELL!
The man i love his words! I love his dream! I love him! All that he regards!
yes. two of the best!
yeah, Diz and Bird. Believe that.
Genius describing: Genius
Much appreciated, thank you the the up...
"Won't you save me Diz? Why won't you save me?"
What. A. Beautiful. Man. R. I. P. Period.
So good. Thanks.
God bless you.
goosebumps
This cools my heart perfect.
I wonder how hammered Kerouac was when he wrote this?
Mestre Jack Keroauc. 🙏🌏 😬 😍 ❤
Bird and Kerouac, pray for me.
wonderful job!
Thanks, Brian.
Charlie Parker looked...like Buddha!
Clive M and he was…
Very Ginsbergesque in the phrasing, like in "Howl"
Fragmentos únicos!
namaste
Nice tinkling by Steve Allen.
Yeah, whatever.
In the words of the late Miles Davis, when he would appear on his TV show...."At least he (Steve Allen) tried to play the piano and he did ask intelligent questions."
@@rayjr62 Miles was an arrogant jerk. Great genius musician, but a jerk. I myself quite enjoy Allen's piano playing on this.
@Diamond Girl Absolutely!
Read a few Kerouac novels back at uni, never heard his voice until now. Blam! Second word in and there's that non-rhotocity my American fiends told me about, clear as a bell!
oh yes.
Sir, Ken Thomas. While it's true Bird made a very few recordings on tenor his horn was always an alto.
from Mexico City Blues
🌹🎙🇺🇸🔐
About Charlie..!...etc...:)O(:...
i want to die with a Buddha smile!
..from..Mexico City Blues....
Whered you find this ?
Jesus loves you so much.
#CharlieParker. @#BusterBrown.
Pics... Should be about the subject of the piece
Why the fuck would Not did you feel me say !
huh? ru sure?
What commies could present a thumbs down to this?
you mean the fascists. Thats what Stalin was, a fascists. When Russia took over Czechoslovakia, that exposed Russia as fascists, not communists.
He was weak. Dead at 47 because he drank a lot. His best buddies couldn't get into the house to see him because he was too busy drowning in drink; a coward when you get right down to it. I don't need lessons in weakness. My father and two of my sisters were gifted but they were weak in the same way and died young too. Been there, done that. Next case.
...A WEAK..COWARD!!!BANIH THEM ..ALL..FROM THE EARH..THE HEAVENS..GOD DAMIT!!!
Weakness usually reveals itself in judgment of others played out to raise a bruised or bitter ego
@@ennikleinad "The judgement of others". "Others" in cases like these are the strong who fight to survive and live to fight another day; to do their best. Kerouac, like Dylan Thomas departed in his bright base prime (ignoring his own counsel ) and to go gentle into that good night. Frost chose to observe that "the woods are lovely, dark and deep" but that he had "miles to go before I sleep". He was strong, bruised a bit but his ego was in fact a healthy self respect.
Why so mean spirited?
I'm so glad you said this. This was what I needed to hear. This is what I need to keep writing. There can be no better fuel than to hear the scared and the weak sick terrified in the dark of their own near sight bemoaning genius and not knowing.
Yes. He was weak and he said that. But weak at what? Weak at hum drum and real and all the after having seen the truth and knowing. Weak having dedicated an entire life to one thing only to find the world, most of it, was too scared to even glance near the center jewel of all that.
The truth is you haven't been there. You haven't done that. You're g nolan. No one knows who that is seven months later. But he's Jack Kerouac. Known and revered 4 decades after death. You're a sad thing of a man, bemoaning a man gone, and we all get it.
The most sad thing about this is that you didn't know how easily we'd all see though you.
But I do thank you. Your little pussy is worth some more words to me tonight.
To be gifted is to be weak. Laying down to it. So, you know. Rest easy in your strong and don't matter.