codaddy

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 10:18:07 -0800

one of the first books i ever really understood, scary as it may be. great article

writepudding

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 01:51:38 -0800

beautiful entry. I too, was a jackaholic. I still am.

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Wed, 15 Aug 2007 21:54:11 -0800

Like everyone, I guess, I found Kerouac when I hit THAT age where you start the metamorphosis from cute little clone to human, and he spoke to me, in a way I didn't know that it was possible to speak. He grabbed hold of my brain and curled it around his words and tied it in knots that didn't unravel for years. But they did unravel. Kerouac and the guys, Burroughs with his drugs and Ginsburg with his mind consumed by madness fell by the wayside as I found new voices that said better things, at least better to me. And that's the way it's supposed to be, I think. Kerouac opens the door and tells you it's okay to walk through, but he's meant to be left behind. As I reach the age where he started falling apart and move toward life he never saw, I realize that this becomes more and more true. Still, reading your memories of Jack reminds me of my own, reminds me how much I needed him and still need him, and how much I have to thank him for.

HerMixALot

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 21:19:58 -0800

No one has put so eloquently the importance of that passage. I definitely was all "What the hell is wrong with this Kerouac guy?" until those words.

LAist: Dear Jack,

codaddy

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