Showing posts with label Jack Kerouac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack Kerouac. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

September Beats: Jack Kerouac


He is born in 1922 to French Canadian parents in Massachusetts. For the next seven years, he speaks only French. His Roman Catholic faith shapes him; it does so for the rest of his life.

Even as a child, he writes: a newspaper, a diary, radio plays, even a novel.

He plays football in high school, and plays well. He’s offered a football scholarship to Columbia University in New York City. New York inspires.

World War II begins. He becomes deeply concerned by the shift in morals happening around him. He leaves college, joins the merchant marine. He writes a novel called The Sea is My Brother that won’t be published for 70 years, long after his death.


To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

September Beat: The Beat Poets


My first introduction to the “Beats” was a caricature. Long before I had heard of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsburg, Denise Levertov, William Burroughs, Frank O’Hara and Neil Cassaday, as a child I watched a weekly sitcom called The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis, set on a small-town college campus. Dobie (Dwayne Hickman) was the hero, chased by the dowdy Zelda and not by the girls he wanted to be chased by. His best friend was Maynard G. Krebs, played by Bob Denver, who went one to greater fame as the lead character in Gilligan’s Island.

Maynard G. Krebs had a goatee in the error when all men shaved. He wore a beret. He acted kind of goofy. He used slang that accentuated the goofiness. Maynard was a beatnik, but a lovable beatnik. We loved to laugh at Maynard G. Krebs. Denver played the character with innocence and often naiveté; Maynard was the child in all of us.

The caricature, safely homogenized for television audiences, including berets, smoke-filled coffee houses, and poetry. Coffeehouse denizens listening to Beat poets didn’t applaud; they nodded and snapped their fingers.


To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Photograph: Jack Kerouac.