Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

jack kerouac
dead with
his mother
in the house

.....and STELLA!.......

his liver
couldn't live
anymore
Stella and mom
saw it to the end

And then he died.

So what?

mnaz wrote:And then he died.

So what?

I agree, it is a repetitive litany, but your question in response is non-creative, a dead end birthed from boredom or a boring outlook. Too much livin' going all around for that. C'mon, imagine women singing while laying on pianos in glittery dresses. That ought to get your motor running.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFN_Iu_PD-g

You'll need a cigarette when she's done

I guess jack sort of hitchhiking through the galaxy

Running or returning
Dead or alive
He is always around
Snapping fingers ar poetry readings
Instead of clapping
Smoking weed
!
@ love that guy
I often wonder about jazz musicians
And soul train
Dick Clark show
The Beatles on the ed Sullivan show
Men on the moon
But it started with jack

Jana

"Non-creative?" Okay, but you started this thing about Jack's death, right?

mnaz wrote:"Non-creative?" Okay, but you started this thing about Jack's death, right?

No, Kerouac himself started it by up & dying.

That's not what I meant.

I'm drinking tea and eating raisins. I drink coffee for war and tea for peace. My dog is sleeping at my feet. What did you mean?

Pretty much what I said.

Yeah but could you dance to it ?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlbu9dKLknQ

I'm feeling that there is more than meets the eye
In this pieces

Lay off Jack, man. Separate the art/inspiration from various late details-- actually, not strictly "late" or "early," depending (or not) on who we're talking about-- always easier said than done.

Fucking Politics emerged in the last Year, I mean the last Century or Two, or Three or NIne Thousand Damned Beautiful Centuries as they'd have us believe, to cloud the issue (but especially in the last week, the last century quandary quandary quandary...)

And what was I trying to say?

Never mind.