Jack Kerouac, new Buddha of American prose, who spit forth intelligence into eleven books written in half the number of years (1951–1956)—On the Road, Visions of Neal, Dr Sax, Springtime Mary, The Subterraneans, San Francisco Blues, Some of the Dharma, Book of Dreams, Wake Up, Mexico City Blues, and Visions of Gerard—creating a spontaneous bop prosody and original classic literature. Several phrases and the title of Howl are taken from him.
William Seward Burroughs, author of Naked Lunch, an endless novel which will drive everybody mad.
Neal Cassady, author of The First Third, an autobiography (1949) which enlightened Buddha.
All these books are published in Heaven.
HOWL
Peter Orlovsky
in
Paradise
‘Taste my mouth in your ear’
KADDISH
To Herbert E. Huncke
for his Confessions
EMPTY MIRROR
the Pure Imaginary
POET
Gregory Corso
REALITY SANDWICHES
Neal Cassady
again
Spirit to Spirit
February 8, 1925-February 4, 1968
‘the greater driver’
‘secret hero of these poems’
PLANET NEWS
dear
poet’s poet
Philip Whalen
AIRPLANE DREAMS
Miles
London’s Scholar
ANGKOR WAT
The Soul of
Leroi Jones
SCRAP LEAVES
Larry Ferlinghetti
Fellow
Poet
Editor
POEMS ALL OVER THE PLACE
“Intense and loving comradeship, the personal and passionate attachment of man to man—which, hard to define, underlies the lessons and ideals of the profound saviors of every land and age, and which seems to promise, when thoroughly develop’d, cultivated and recognised in manners and literature, the most substantial hope and safety of the future of these States, will then be fully express’d.
“It is to the development, identification, and general prevalence of that fervid comradeship, (the adhesive love, at least rivaling the amative love hitherto possessing imaginative literature, if not going beyond it,) that I look for the counterbalance and offset of our materialistic and vulgar American democracy, and for the spiritualization thereof. Many will say it is a dream, and will not follow my inferences: but I confidently expect a time when there will be seen, running like a half-hid warp through all the myriad audible and visible worldly interests of America, threads of manly friendship, fond and loving, pure and sweet, strong and life-long, carried to degrees hitherto unknown—not only giving tone to individual character, and making it unprecedentedly emotional, muscular, heroic, and refined, but having the deepest relations to general politics. I say democracy infers such loving comradeship, as its most inevitable twin or counterpart, without which it will be incomplete, in vain, and incapable of perpetuating itself.”
Democratic Vistas, 1871
THE FALL OF AMERICA
Vajracarya
Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche
Poet
“Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues”
MIND BREATHS
Lucien Carr
for friendship
all these years
PLUTONIAN ODE