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Happy Birthday, Jack
Submitted by Adebe DeRango-Adem on March 12, 2016 - 3:13pm
I would be beside myself if I didn't take a moment to write a birthday note to the late Jack Kerouac, who was born on this day (March 12, 1922–October 21, 1969) and to whom I owe much praise.
Yes of course his infamous On the Road affected the hearts and minds of many generations of young Western kids (including my own). I loved that he was the curious balance of enlightened and derailed, quiet and loud. I wrote about him in my first full-length poetry collection (Ex Nihilo, 2010) or more precisely, about meeting his taxi driving old friend who I was shocked to meet and who kindly drove me to his grave in the rain in Lowell, Massachusetts.
I've read all his novels, poems, yet Kerouac continues to elude me. And I think that's because I never took the time to understand him as a religious and meditative man, only a ridiculously charismatic and prismatic, city-life loving one.
He dabbled with meditative writings mainly in the “Golden Eternity" which is a text that continues to baffle me in the best of ways. When he writes, "Thinking’s just like not thinking", it gets you, well, thinking.
Anyhow I am thinking of his influence in my writerly life today, the satori of his words, and hope that in the shade of mystery is how he would have liked to be remembered.
