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I'm in love with another Jack! Jack Kerouac's "On the Road"
Front-Ranger:
Jacks and cats go together!!
Front-Ranger:
After much wandering through several states, a prolonged stay in California working for a grape harvesting outfit, and a penniless return to New England, Jack returns home and learns that Dean has been waiting for him and writes,
"Dean had come to my house, slept several nights there, waiting for me; spent afternoons talking to my aunt as she worked on a great rag rug wooven of all the clothes in my family for years, which was now finished and spread on my bedroom floor, as complex and as rich as the passage of time itself, and then he had left, two days before I arrived, crossing my path somewhere in Pennsylvania...."
oilgun:
I just found this on youtube and thought you might enjoy it. It's Paul Frank's Pull My Daisy, words by Jack Kerouac:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kPtmUI-Aps
Front-Ranger:
Dang! Video no longer available due to a copyright claim!! I have to jump on these quicker! But thanks for thinking of us, oilgun!!
Front-Ranger:
About Neal Cassaday, in "A Critic at Large: Drive, He Wrote", an essay about Jack Kerouac's On the Road, by Louis Menand:
--- Quote ---Cassady was an uncanny cross between James Dean and W. C. Fields—a screwup with a profile, a stud with an endless supply of goofy gab. There is sufficient testimony concerning his sexual endowment to overcome the skepticism normally advisable on that topic. Some people who knew and liked him called him a con man (and many people, including Burroughs, disliked and avoided him), but this seems misleading. Cassady was a serial seducer, and, therefore, inveterately untrustworthy. He grew up on the Denver streets—his father was a wino—and he learned to cope by relying on his enormous energy, adaptive wit, and good looks. He charmed people in order to get what he needed, and he was generally in need of something. On the other hand, the people he charmed generally needed something from him—sex or companionship or good times. And Cassady had no material ambitions. He was content to get by, and although he had three wives in rapid succession, and juggled his attentions between them and assorted casual girlfriends, he was intermittently serious about all of them. Everything about Cassady was intermittent. He had a kind of sociosexual A.D.D.
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The article in this weelk's New Yorker is here:
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2007/10/01/071001crat_atlarge_menand?currentPage=2
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