|Clockwise from left: Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky, Lafcadio Orlovsky, and Gregory Corso in 1956.http://alexbledsoe.com/category/jack-kerouac/|
"America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing"
Kerouac became my transit material, stuck in the back pocket of my purse, reading through the indefinable bus hours the sad life of a melancholic alcoholic disillusioned inspired lonely angry searching wild writer who defined his generation without ever really feeling part of it. Charters' method was as Factual as Burroughs, and though it was a tragedy with brilliant moments of clarity and hope, I felt encouraged as a writer. Kerouac pursued what he felt was his calling as an artist, for better or for worse, wherever he was whatever state he was in. I was inspired by his use of spontaneous prose, something he preached to everyone, and his transformation of his life into legend.
Just reading Deliberate Prose now; even on drugs, Ginsberg writes millennias better than myself, such power and eloquence of language, expressed from his being as a passionate Soul on earth. So far, and excellent and mind-stretching read.