Rating: Four out of five stars
One can either “get” these poems, or not. Most of these poems are glances into Kerouac’s head, and are quite beautiful descriptions, both in their prose and their blunt form.
Other poems are just tacky; talking about “interesting rapes” and “keep that daughter/ away from my knees/ after she’s thirteen.” Violence against women is thus turned into a casual stanza.
I appreciated the many references to Emily Dickinson. I especially loved how the poems themselves sounded like the blues; I could almost hear the harmonica and saxophone playing behind these words.
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