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Branaman relates the time he and McClure visited the work - seemingly always in progress - and Bob was so blown away by the
"I did it my way..." No, Ethan Hawke doesn't sing those lyrics in this faux bio/film about jazz great Chet Baker. But judging by his thoroughly convincing performance and writer/director Robert Budreau's impressionistic screenplay and artsy direction, that was their mindset during this movie's production.
Almost everyone who reads this book will find a poem, a passage or a drawing that will stay engraved on her life forever. Just as the work of Lawrence Ferlinghetti will no doubt remain the voice of a great American bard long into the future.
I am a vegan straightedge homebody, if I were to categorize myself. My idea of 'experimenting' is trying the oil cleansing method on my face. Undoubtedly, I am the inverse of everything that he is. And yet, I love him.
He'd no doubt find Samantha's remark that not having a body has distinct advantages a hoot.
Barry Miles, the biographer of Allen Ginsberg, Paul McCartney, Frank Zappa, Charles Bukowski and now William S. Burroughs, discusses all in this interview.
Fred W. McDarrah: Save the Village takes its name from the words painted on the side of an artist's studio on Greenwich Avenue, demolished in 1960 and memorably photographed by McDarrah. Its shadows remain in the literary and cultural walking tours that lace the neighborhood.
In 1950s New York City, while the Beat poets Ginsberg and Kerouac had the luxury of simply being poets, hitching their dreams to stars with the freedom and privilege of living in opposition to bourgeoise America, LeRoi Jones was black in America.
You can listen to Sound Strider's Intrepid Travels EP on BandCamp. But, let's imagine that you started off at Menlo Park
Oftentimes, correcting the historical record does not have to do with adding missing content but rather with correcting a near-sighted focus on one group.
Burroughs' involvement in Scientology has received only scant mention in the biographies that have appeared about him, so it has been left to David Wills to right the record in his Scientologist! Williams S. Burroughs and the Weird Cult.
We have strolled along the hill-fortresses of Kernave, Lithuania, and bantered with the costumed vendors in Tallinn's Old Town. In these easy, carefree moments, there is a commune with nature and other individuals.
When I heard that Ray Manzarek had died, I immediately grabbed my iPod and clicked on The Doors' "Riders on the Storm." I listened as the sound of rain transformed into Manzarek's cascading keyboards.
It's three years since the world-famous Pompidou Center of Modern Art opened its branch in the old industrial city of Metz, a couple of train hours east of Paris. The six-story wood and glass tent is far smaller--and some believe esthetically more daring -- than the mother museum.
It's taken me a while to get around to it, but I wanted to offer a nod of approval for Walter Salles' On the Road, which came out in limited release at the end of 2012.
In the "endless poem" of America, it is the spaces in between that mattered for Kerouac. Unfortunately, this film adaptation travels from one cliché to the next, skipping over many of the small moments that give the novel holy substance.
We sparked some tea and spit seeds onto the street, pulsing to the rhythm of the passing cars while feeling the ghosts of North Beach -- Kerouac, Ginsberg, Cassady, and the rest of our long-gone friends -- falling further away.
One of the many surprises tucked away in the vast Jack Kerouac Archive at the New York Public Library is the tiny pocket notebook in which Kerouac reacted in the fall of 1947 to a conversation he'd just had with his mother.
I want her to know that I was not always a middle-aged mom with over-processed hair and fluctuating hormones. I want her to know that her Dad did not always have goofy dance moves.