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On The Road — Charleston Sunset   Leave a comment

Charleston Sunset (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne

“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

 

The Wind Blows Where It Will/Pull My Daisy/All My Doors Are Open   Leave a comment

Source: Agave: A Celebration of Tequila in story, song, poetry, essay and graphic art — edited by Ashley and Nathan Brown
Agave Art Image by kenne (08/26/13) 

The Steven Schroeder poem’s title, all my doors are open, is a line in Pull My Daisy by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and Neal Cassady.
Note: It was written in the late 1940s in a similar way to the Surrealist “exquisite corpse” game, with one person writing the first line,
the other writing the second, and so on sequentially, with each person only being shown the line before.

PULL MY DAISY

Pull my daisy
tip my cup
all my doors are open
Cut my thoughts
for coconuts
all my eggs are broken
Jack my Arden
gate my shades
woe my road is spoken
Silk my garden
rose my days
now my prayers awaken

Bone my shadow
dove my dream
start my halo bleeding
Milk my mind &
make me cream
drink me when you’re ready
Hop my heart on
harp my height
seraphs hold me steady
Hip my angel
hype my light
lay it on the needy

Heal the raindrop
sow the eye
bust my dust again
Woe the worm
work the wise
dig my spade the same
Stop the hoax
what’s the hex
where’s the wake
how’s the hicks
take my golden beam

Rob my locker
lick my rocks
leap my cock in school
Rack my lacks
lark my looks
jump right up my hole
Whore my door
beat my boor
eat my snake of fool
Craze my hair
bare my poor
asshole shorn of wool

say my oops
ope my shell
Bite my naked nut
Roll my bones
ring my bell
call my worm to sup
Pope my parts
pop my pot
raise my daisy up
Poke my papa
pit my plum
let my gap be shut

— Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady

“There Is Another America . . .”   1 comment

Saguaro Along the Trail (1 of 1) Painting II blog“Primitive America” — Image by kenne

There was another America out there that remained unsung;
a rawer, more primitive America, where the spirit had not
been tamed by the restless machine of modern materialism.

— Jack Kerouac

“The Americans” — Images With An Impact   5 comments

RF.A.004.jpg“Funeral — St. Helena, South Carolina” (1955), from Robert Frank’s book The Americans — Source: The New York Times

Rodeo — New York City, 1954 (from The Americans) -- Robert Frank

Rodeo — New York City, 1954 (from The Americans) — Robert Frank

I love photography, therefore I read about photography and photographers. One photographer that many feel changed the world of photography is Robert Frank. The book that had this kind of impact on photography was The Americans. Published in 1959, the book of photos taken from trips across America in the mid-fifties.

Not highly thought of in the beginning, because they were not the  idyllic images Americans were used to seeing in popular magazines — Popular Photography magazine derided Mr. Frank’s black-and-white pictures of isolated individuals, teenage couples and groups at funerals for their “meaningless blur, grain, muddy exposures, drunken horizons and general sloppiness” (NY Times), but in the sixties his photos began to influence other photographers to take socially conscious material.

Over fifty years later the images in The Americans remain very topical. “I’m very proud of this book because I followed my intuition,” Frank said in an interview for a New York Times article (December 12, 2008) on a comprehensive publication, “Looking In: Robert Frank’s ‘The Americans,’ ” that was to go with a major exhibition in Washington at the National Gallery of Art in January, 2009.

“It’s tempting to draw associations between Mr. Frank’s trips and Jack Kerouac’s novel “On the Road,” another cultural artifact from the period, which came out two years before “The Americans.” Kerouac wrote the introduction to “The Americans,” but the two men did not meet until after Mr. Frank’s journey.

Still, Mr. Frank’s picture of a man at the wheel taken from the passenger seat of the car, “U.S. 91, Leaving Blackfoot, Idaho,” might well double for a portrait of the characters in “On the Road.” He was quick, however, to dismiss that association, remembering the men simply as “hitchhikers I picked up,” adding, “We were going to Butte, I think.” (Snapshots from the American Road, by Philip Gefter, NY Times)

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Source: juicycanvas.com

Source: juicycanvas.com

Mount Lemmon Arizona Fleabane Wildflowers — “Pull My Daisy”   1 comment

Crystal Trail Flowers-7856 AZ Fleabane blogArizona Fleabane Wildflowers — Image by kenne

PULL MY DAISY (III)

by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady

Pull my daisy
Tip my cup
Cut my thoughts
for coconuts

Jack my Arden
Gate my shades
Silk my garden
Rose my days

Bone my shadow
Dove my dream
Milk my mind &
Make me cream

Hop my heart on
Harp my height
Hip my angel
Hype my light

Heal the raindrop
Sow the eye
Woe the worm
Work the wise

Stop the hoax
Where’s the wake
What’s the box
How’s the Hicks

Rob my locker
Lick my rocks
Rack my lacks
Lark my looks

Whore my door
Beat my beer
Craze my hair
Bare my poor

Say my oops
Ope my shell
Roll my bones
Ring my bell

Pope my parts
Pop my pet
Poke my pap
Pit my plum

 

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