Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

... a maniacal laugh rises from the marshes, Doctor Sax comes striding with his stick,blowing snot out of his nose, casting gleeful crazy glances at frogs in mud puddles ...

Dr. Sax - Jack Kerouac

this book is the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald vs.the werewolves of london - queen liz & i will need to take a shower after reading this - or figure out what the hell is going on in denver -

grats to the bullriders all over the west -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfSQOgu0ZJg

i still dig tristessa the most
dharma bums hold a special place for me
because it allowed me to finally read
something besides the sports pages
all of his books are different
but oh so Jack....next stop Dr. Sax.....

there's that tristessa again - i'm getting there i'm getting there - still dealing with Dr. Sax - i didn't read anything by Jack 'til i was into my 20's and out in 'Frisco -

near the end of Zen Baggage here....was reading hsu yun's auto bio late last night while the snow fell outside......how is Dr. Sax going???.....was kinda big gobble when i tried it in the fall....im better with Jack's novellas and letters, bios, and asst. essays.....sculptures on my plate now....just got a used amazon copy of Desolation Angels to read on the train rides...been word sketching inbetween the bouncing on the tracks, with my sharpie.....good writing exercise....wow that algonquin place blows my mind, wish i hadnt ever gone there...i dont have the patience for such people....seriously want to reach in the screen and slap that snoot....

yeah, ol' Gipsie's a bit of task but like they say in Mongolia, "Either you're on the bus or you're off the bus." Don't worry, Dr. Sax is still a big gobble -

ended up with a new kerouac book bout his time in mexico today....finished the china book....and enjoyed a snow day...time to go back to the freeze

global warming is a big
bust as far as I can see
o see can you say?
err...i mean say you can... err ...
o the hell with it
i can't get it right anyways
boom vs. whisper
blessed be the finger
that chopped off the brain !

everybody walks
that say they might wing
but everybody walks
even with half missing teeth
we walk
we grow old
there is nothing else
we might do

Wireman, what did you think of Desolation Angels?

its been years since i read that bulk of a book but i remember loving it all the way through.

Dr. Sax? never read that one. whats that all about, eh?

i love that each book of Jack's is like its own little planet.

planets swirling on me bookshelf

planets in me soup bowl

i want to drink this planet but damnit i settle for whiskey sours

im on a slow read with desolation....reading it on the train home....Li Po kinda got in the way this week....i did read a cool bio by a guy named Robles about jack in mexico this week, a fast read and it had some new info about jack which is the stuff i dig for....try tristessa, amazing novella....and Dr. Sax....Wow!....its immense....and as u said each book of jacks is its own planet....this one is jupiter......

That damn Basho - i'm enjoying the old fart too too much - put a rearview mirror on my walkin' staff and head on out - NOT ! - 5 degrees below nothin' out there so fuck that shit twice and mean it - if it would go to 23 degrees right now it would qualify as a heat wave - there seems to be some kind of invisible border or line somewhere just south of pennsylvania or thereabouts where subzero cold don't come or don't stay if it does come - probably demarking the ghost of the continental ice sheets - their farthest extent or a little beyond -

don't know - i'm reading Basho - my mailbox is buried under a foot of snow

i see that front
on the radar
feel for u bro
down here its
beatific
some were complainin
this morn, but not me
its muddy but in 40's
hang on ridin time
is a comin.....all hail Basho!

Basho - that bitch ! - How come that ol' man gets all the fun? Walkin' around the country trading poems with everyone - damn,

what a ride
that deep interior
basho u bitch
u ruined us
we'll never b the same
that's a good thang

basho u bitch
u ruined us
we'll never b the same

ya called that one for sure - sat up more than half of last night doing 'ku and other short forms -
and having a ball - only way for me not to devour Basho's journey in three ravenous bites -

"As long as the road is, even if it ends in dust, the gods come with us, keeping a watchful eye."

Journey To The Interior - Basho