This is the place on-line where I park my spontaneous thoughts, poetry, etc.
"Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind." ~ Rudyard Kipling
"Abuse of words has been the great instrument of sophistry and chicanery, of party, faction, and division of society." ~John Adams
"Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth."
Maggie Cassidy, Tristessa, Satori in Paris, Doctor Sax, Visions of Cody, Desolation Angels, Big Sur, Visions of Gerard,The Town and the City, Orpheus Emerged, The Subterraneans, Atop an Underwood, Book of Dreams, Vanity of Duluoz, The Sea is My Brother, On the Road, The Dharma Bums, And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks
This is a slam poem meant to be recited aloud from memory. It's a riff on all the characters that Jack Kerouac used for himself in his books (the latter in italics). I plan to perform it at Lowell Celebrates Kerouac this October. Wish me luck - memorization ain't easy at my age.
I hope your fickle uterus disappears in a rage without explanation
Every dream dies
A season full of lessons
Listen with the possibility of being changed
The language of deficits
Every human being is of incalculable value
Education is not neutral
What did I do today?
Maybe it's time
You made your bed
But how short?
It's kind of a clamor
Soup sounds better
I censored myself at least 40%
Drinking bad beer is out
Sometimes nothing makes sense
All dead as are their husbands
More is welcome -- what's been is sufficient
The Buddha was the first one to see it
Cake for everyone
Jack wrote at least 1,500 words/day
I need to stop that
The blank page A Child's Garden of Verses
The best unknown poet alive
I am no good on my feet
I assume I'll be alone
More impressive in person
What the elders said is true
Does this help or hurt the future?
The muse comes from any direction
Poetry ought to be a refuge
Wrongs I committed out of selfishness
The mindset of discovery
Because of a fucking meeting
There is a poem that will save you
A psychic toll, indeed
Sometimes it is all one can do
A second look
When am I happy?
Should we get a convertible?
Creative thought is dead to me
"Who are you to ask me such a thing?"
What makes something "fun"? Naked Lunch
In my wildest dreams
For an undetermined period of time
I have been the betrayer
It's not. You know that.
Something needs a poem written about it today
Quit whining and do your work
Make me believe your corvette skin
Needs too much work
No problems identified
Trust me, you are not that important
"What would you like to dip your chicken tenders in?"
I have a whole new appreciation of Cake
Beats the shit out of me
Death transcends such things
Close your trunk using a bungee cord
Waiting for the tab