On The Road, Virtually

With the addition of another Paperwhite (thanks, Nik!), we have become a two-Kindle household. One of my projects is to re-read some stuff that was important to me many years ago, along with some classics or other material from those authors. The first was the 50s work by Jack Kerouac: On The Road. Almost no sooner than I had completed the thing this past weekend, today the New York Times publishes a remembrance entitled, “Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s Enduring San Francisco“, a place that figured in Kerouac’s history, and that of other members of the “Beat Generation”.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti has had a lasting influence on the literary world, particularly on the Beat Generation, which included Jack Kerouac. Above, Jack Kerouac Alley. Photo Credit: Jason Henry for The New York Times

And in case you’re curious, I think I enjoyed On The Road more this time than upon my first acquaintance back around 1959. And certainly my appreciation of Kerouac’s writing has increased.

And as a further postscript: Now I’m taking on works of recently-deceased (2018) Philip Roth. Yes, I did read Portnoy’s Complaint in 1969, but I’m on a waiting list for it, so I’m reading Roth’s 2004 piece of historical fiction, The Plot Against America, in the meantime. And there are many other Roth books that I may have a go with.

 

Poem of the Day – March 11

Why is a mental lapse

Called a brain fart?

What does the failure

To remember someone’s name

Have in common with

A discharge of gas

From the intestines?

 

Maybe because both

Can be embarrassing.

What I’d like to know, though,

Is who first who said,

I’m sorry, I had a brain fart,

I don’t remember the

Vice-president’s name.

Or something along those lines.

And who heard it?

Did they laugh?

Did they repeat it the

First chance they got?

Or did they say,

That’s not a very nice image,

Flatulence from the brain.

I wouldn’t repeat it in polite company,

If I were you.

 

© Dennis Hathaway

 

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