Word: kerouac
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...temper of our times." Allen Ginsberg, whose poem Howl is generally thought to have started the literary side of the movement, sang of devastated minds, mysticism and hallucinogenic drugs. Gregory Corso raged against authority, lamented the thinning of his wild hair and questioned the institution of marriage. Jack Kerouac's On the Road bubbled about the transient life. Lawrence Ferlinghetti was charming about overpopulation, and obsession with the tyranny of drugs, governments and unspecified malevolence could be found in the work of even a marginal Beat like William S. Burroughs...
...years earlier, the beatnik takeover of the Bay City's North Beach area had produced some fine poets, including Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso, and Novelist Jack Kerouac. From the Haight, though, little emerged to ennoble the spirit-except, perhaps, the Haight-Ashbury Free Medical Clinic, which is the subject of this book...
...past. In 1959, Robert Frank published a book of photographs called The Americans, and Jack Kerouac wrote the introduction. Frank said he wanted to have Kerouac write the introduction because "he loved America very much and he was very desperate." Frank's photographs, taken 1955-57 on a Guggenheim fellowship, showed the American people at their most desperate...
Frank walked and drove crisscrossing the whole country, much like Kerouac on the road (except his family accompanied him to many places). "Swiss, unobtrusive, nice... with that little camera he raises and snaps with one hand be sucked a sad ???m right out of America onto film. taking rank among the tragic poets of the world..." as Kerouac himself put it. When he was working he was always alone, rarely seen, the quiet click of his shutter nearly always passing unheard, he might as well been a wraith...
...soots of no-soot Malibu from falling on a new simonize job as owner who is a two-dollar-an-hour carpenter snoozes in house with wife and TV, all under palm trees for nothing, in the cemeterial California night.... In Idaho three crosses where the cars crashed," wrote Kerouac, but you must read the rest of his introduction. The pictures are pure existential moments, complex images, not pretty, but reflecting something in each case which shouts with mysterious intensity, in another language altogether, "There are no words!" In one of his pictures, a woman in an Elko, Nevada, casino...