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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...students read Jack Kerouac's On the Road, Ralph Ellison's The Invisible Man, and the recent anthology Secret Agents, which explores the Rosenberg trial...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Students Like Ike and Love Lucy but Adore This Class | 3/13/1996 | See Source »

Before the play, I saw him, he saw me. We had been friends once. We exchanged perfunctory greetings, but the smirk on his face told me he knew my five-minute drive across town couldn't quite match the coolness of his Jack Kerouac move...

Author: By Andrew A. Green, | Title: A Sonnet in Vain | 2/14/1996 | See Source »

Smith adroitly deflected attention from herself to others such as Mapplethorpe and Shepard. She read one of Kerouac's poems and credited 10,000 Maniacs with "Because the Night," a song she wrote with Bruce Springsteen. Janet Hamill, Smith's good friend and 'mentor' opened the reading with her own sensual descriptions of art and landscapes...

Author: By Marco M. Sping, | Title: beat scene | 10/12/1995 | See Source »

...offstage like cameos. Here is a good-natured Allen Ginsberg, a self-absorbed Anais Nin, a pathologically untruthful Truman Capote, an endearing Tennessee Williams (who, during lunch with Senator John Kennedy in Palm Beach, Florida, tells Vidal that their host has a great butt), and a rather mawkish Jack Kerouac, with whom Vidal has a brief affair. (No man is a hero to his Vidal--and every man, the author insinuates, harbors homoeroticism within...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MEMOIRS: UNSENTIMENTAL JOURNEY | 10/9/1995 | See Source »

Iarrive at Central Square wearing black, unlit cigarette in hand. With romanticized notions of Kerouac and Ginsberg, I am ready to light up and spout out deep thoughts. But the Cantab Lounge reminds me more of a scummy bar in the middle of nowhere than of the urban youth underground I am expecting. It's the smell of cheap beer, and not the energy of angst, that hits me as I walk...

Author: By Sarah E. Dryden, | Title: Slammin' Poetry at the Cantab Lounge | 3/9/1995 | See Source »

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