Friday, November 25, 2011
new book
thinking of writing a book about my life and how i became a Kerouac scholar or Kerouac biographer... why and how i went out on the road after a hitch in the Navy and going back to my hometown in Stone Ridge. i've had so many people tell me this is the book i should write. maybe they are right? write. right?
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Lowell Doctumentary
meeting with Thomas Keller...photographer/film maker from W. Berlin.
took him to rocky mount yesterday to shoot all the Kerouac scenes....
gonna meet today for more taping of my books... to be used in film for
Sundance Film Festival. wow...
took him to rocky mount yesterday to shoot all the Kerouac scenes....
gonna meet today for more taping of my books... to be used in film for
Sundance Film Festival. wow...
Sunday, September 4, 2011
from Don't Call Him Browny the novella
Don't call him Browny the novella
Scene 7
Broadway Kingston, 1924 New York in the dawn- near the old Post Office- the auto's line the street, cars pass in the snow, it's Christmas Eve-
27 year old Horace DeBrucey Jones opens the door of his model T. the engine fires up and w/in minutes the cab is a warm box...the radio blasts jazz into the dark snowy dawn. the snow is fallin' heavy...the business establishments are sleeping. the only lights are the neons of the signs that introxicate the blackness.
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Scene 7
Broadway Kingston, 1924 New York in the dawn- near the old Post Office- the auto's line the street, cars pass in the snow, it's Christmas Eve-
27 year old Horace DeBrucey Jones opens the door of his model T. the engine fires up and w/in minutes the cab is a warm box...the radio blasts jazz into the dark snowy dawn. the snow is fallin' heavy...the business establishments are sleeping. the only lights are the neons of the signs that introxicate the blackness.
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Saturday, September 3, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
loosing a dear friend
the loss of an old friend makes one long for the days when all we did was laugh...
Monday, August 29, 2011
love and hate
sometimes it's the ones that you thought were showing you love, that were showing you hate.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
sunday morning
it's sunday morning, after the hurricane, here in the Raleigh neighborhood of North Ridge... sun out bright. moving chain saws rip the calm.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
saturday morning
what's it about a rainy saturday morning that makes one so happy??? is it me???
maybe we need the rain. maybe i need the rain...to drain my brain. just a thought on this rainy saturday morning of my 59th year here on the late great planet earth...ole ma, anyway.
maybe we need the rain. maybe i need the rain...to drain my brain. just a thought on this rainy saturday morning of my 59th year here on the late great planet earth...ole ma, anyway.
Climb In
Climb in...close the door...lock it. tune the radio to a 1940 jazz station. turn the key, push in the clutch, drop it into first, let out the clutch...and away we go...
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