In "Beerspit Night and Cursing" he writes something like Kerouac has set back the standards for 50 years. Not verbatim, but it was plain negativ.
Thanks for posting this quote. I remember the Notes column very well, and remember feeling that Bukowski felt strongly that Kerouac had glorified Neal in a way that Neal could never possibly live up to. It was a huge monkey on his back and it probably helped destroy him... Kerouac did him no favor. The irony of that column (originally written for Open City or the L.A Free Press in the late 60s, I do believe) is that although Bukowski was never a Beat writer, it was HE who ended up writing the best and most realistic tribute that Neal could ever have - that Neal was an okay guy - rather than the tribute having come from one of the Beat writers right after Neal died. And that's about the only connection that Bukowski had with the Beats that I can see - writing briefly about one of their heroes.....From Notes, "Kerouac had set him up for the sucker punch and Neal had bit, kept biting. but you know Neal was o.k. and another way of looking at it, Jack had only written the book, he wasn't Neal's mother. just his destructor, deliberate or otherwise" (24).
do i get this wrong b/c of being no native speaker?
I wouldn't presume to talk for her, but I think that vodka was specifically referring to his poetry, rather than his entire body of work. That's the distinction.do i get this wrong b/c of being no native speaker?
i had thought, when he said "Kerouac has set back the standards for 50 years" - this would mean, he was going into the past with the standerds he 'set', not into the future. and thus would be Against Kerouac. - ?
That's what I meant. I will give you the exact quote as soon as I'll have the book near again.do i get this wrong b/c of being no native speaker?
i had thought, when he said "Kerouac has set back the standards for 50 years" - this would mean, he was going into the past with the standerds he 'set', not into the future. and thus would be Against Kerouac.
surely you jestThe irony of that column (originally written for Open City or the L.A Free Press in the late 60s, I do believe) is that although Bukowski was never a Beat writer, it was HE who ended up writing the best and most realistic tribute that Neal could ever have -
10th Chorus Mexico City Bluesi'd want to get a hold of one of kerouac's poems.
that's a head trip. i don't know what to think.NEBRASKA
doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds
dry towns Located in the dust Of the coming locust
for survival, not for "kicks"
a bangtail describer, like of shrouded traveler in Textile tenement &
birds fighting in yr
exact to describe &
Angry Hunger (hunger is anger) who fears the hungry feareth the angry)
so I came home To Golden far away Twas on the horizon Every blessed day As we
And we rolled From Donner tragic Pass Thru April in Nevada
out Salt City Way
Into the dry Nebraskas
And sad Wyomings
And pretty lover boys With Mickey Mantle eyes
under moons Sawing in lost cradle And Judge O Fasterc Passes whiggling by
ask of young love:
,,Was it the same wind
Of April Plains eve
ruffled the dress Of my lost love Louanna In the Western Far off night Lost as
the whistle Of the passing Train Everywhere West Roams moaning The deep basso
- Vom! Vom! - Was it the same love Notified my bones
As mortify yrs now Children
of the soft Wyoming April night? Couldna been! But was! But was!"
on the prairie The wildflower blows In the night
For bees & birds
Animals of life.
Chicago Spitters in the spotty street Cheap beans, loop,
Girls made eyes at
And I had 35
Cents in my jeans -
Toledo Springtime starry Lover night
Of hot rod boys
And cool girls
wandering A wandering In search of April pain
A plash of rain Will not dispel
This fumigatin hell
Of lover lane
This park of roses
Blue as bees
former airy poses In aerial O Way hoses No tamarand
Be less kind Sol - Sol - Bring forth yr
Ah Sunflower -
me Montana Phosphorescent Rose And bridge in fairly land I'd understand it all
I think I have to re-read Subterraneans... I didn't get it, maybe. I really liked On The Road. Really romanticized, sure, but... excluding Selby, I do better with punctuation.Indeed. He wrote The Subterraneans in a single writing spur on a benzedrine high on a roll of toilet paper. A very good book; very stream of conciousness. Reading it is like listening to old jazz records.
Spot on! I couldn't agree with you more, David. As a poet Buk may have been more consistent, but Kerouac's genius shone through some of his poetry, too. Yes, many of his American Haiku are beautiful and to hear him read them out loud accompanied by Zoot Sims and Al Cohn is just fantastic.I disagree with some of you on the worth of Kerouac's poetry. Sometimes it's sheer genius. His American Haiku are simple and fine.
He wrote good Haiku? That's like being the best Cricket player in your American high school. Who cares? ;)I disagree with some of you on the worth of Kerouac's poetry. Sometimes it's sheer genius. His American Haiku are simple and fine.