Post by Hill on May 15, 2015 16:43:05 GMT
I recommend this post and thread with some caveats. Dorseyland last updated it in 2008 and we haven't heard from him since then. When a poster stops using image sharing sites, or paying for membership in the pay sites, images disappear from posts and placemarks, which is the fate of this post. Links also disappear as sites become inactive or are sold.
With that in mind, take a look at his work because it is still quite informative and follows Kerouac's travels he wrote about in On the Road. The post begins like this:
A jazz journey through the remarkable life of American novelist, poet, boddhisattva and bebop saint Jack Kerouac in 158 placemarks
This post was graphically enhanced in November 2007.
With the interminably on-again-off-again movie version of “On the Road” still waiting to start production though at least tentatively slated for release in 2009 – Walter Salles of “The Motorcycle Diaries” to direct – Google Earth is still the best place to get a feel for what really went into Jack Kerouac’s best-known novel.
Before the hip-hop and the grunge and the hippies and the yippies and the mods and the rockers, there were the beats (and don’t call them beatniks). Jack Kerouac was abruptly anointed “the King of the Beats” when three of his novels came out within a single year, and one of them, "On the Road", eclipsed all the other prose and poems that he and his young buddies produced in those halcyon late ’50s. It was a crown he disliked because it invited press and parody, as well as jealousy, and he liked it even less when the hippies arrived in the ’60s and regarded him as an icon. Their anti-war protests and disdain for the establishment had nothing in common with Jack’s patriotic conservatism, and when Neal Cassady, the “mad Ahab at the wheel” who’d chauffeured his wanderings and been immortalised in “On the Road”, drove Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters to New York to meet him in 1964 and someone draped the American flag over his shoulders, Kerouac quietly took it off, folded it neatly and laid it on the back of his chair.
“I read ‘On the Road’ in maybe 1959,” Bob Dylan said. “It changed my life like it changed everyone else’s.” We begin our travels in Lowell, Massachusetts, Kerouac’s hometown, and the place where his storied road ultimately returned.
LINK to the post in the oGEC.
With that in mind, take a look at his work because it is still quite informative and follows Kerouac's travels he wrote about in On the Road. The post begins like this:
A jazz journey through the remarkable life of American novelist, poet, boddhisattva and bebop saint Jack Kerouac in 158 placemarks
This post was graphically enhanced in November 2007.
With the interminably on-again-off-again movie version of “On the Road” still waiting to start production though at least tentatively slated for release in 2009 – Walter Salles of “The Motorcycle Diaries” to direct – Google Earth is still the best place to get a feel for what really went into Jack Kerouac’s best-known novel.
Before the hip-hop and the grunge and the hippies and the yippies and the mods and the rockers, there were the beats (and don’t call them beatniks). Jack Kerouac was abruptly anointed “the King of the Beats” when three of his novels came out within a single year, and one of them, "On the Road", eclipsed all the other prose and poems that he and his young buddies produced in those halcyon late ’50s. It was a crown he disliked because it invited press and parody, as well as jealousy, and he liked it even less when the hippies arrived in the ’60s and regarded him as an icon. Their anti-war protests and disdain for the establishment had nothing in common with Jack’s patriotic conservatism, and when Neal Cassady, the “mad Ahab at the wheel” who’d chauffeured his wanderings and been immortalised in “On the Road”, drove Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters to New York to meet him in 1964 and someone draped the American flag over his shoulders, Kerouac quietly took it off, folded it neatly and laid it on the back of his chair.
“I read ‘On the Road’ in maybe 1959,” Bob Dylan said. “It changed my life like it changed everyone else’s.” We begin our travels in Lowell, Massachusetts, Kerouac’s hometown, and the place where his storied road ultimately returned.
LINK to the post in the oGEC.
