Showing posts with label Kerouac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kerouac. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 3, 2026

HOWL: JuBu Allen Ginsberg's 100th birthday

(RAT Subterranean News) Allen Ginsberg: Buddhism and Telling the Truth

Beat poet Allen Ginsberg's 100th birthday is being marked by celebrations around the world – an appreciation of his importance to poetry and how his influence on the medium continues.
JuBu Ginsberg's Sunflower Sutra (poem)

Nazis invented meth as pharmaceutical Pervitin
"Howl," also known as "Howl for Carl Solomon," is a poem composed by drug-addled Allen Ginsberg (who had shot himself up with methamphetamine or what Hitler's doctor shot up the Fuhrer with under the German pharmaceutical name Pervitin, possibly linked to words like perky and perverted) in 1954–1955.

Poet activist Ginsberg with protestors, Miami
Gay Ginsberg began work on "Howl" in autumn of 1954. He performed it at the Six Gallery reading in San Francisco in Oct. 1955. Fellow poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti of City Lights Books was at the performance and published the work in the 1956 collection Howl and Other Poems.

Howl and Other Poems
Upon its release, Ferlinghetti and City Lights Bookstore Manager (Japanese Buddhist) Shigeyoshi Murao were charged with disseminating obscene literature. Both perverts were arrested.

On Oct. 3, 1957, Judge Clayton W. Horn ruled that the poem was not obscene [1], and the heroic publishers were hailed as innovative geniuses and brave publishing mavericks for spotting Ginsberg's talent.

Highly controversial at first and for years excluded from the academic canon, "Howl" has gradually come to be regarded as a great work of 20th-century American literature [2].

Bob Dylan and Allen Ginsberg

The poem is also closely associated with the group of writers known as the "Beats" or Beat Generation [2,3]. More
The "Sunflower Sutra"

1967 Mantra-Rock Dance Avalon
poster by poet Allen Ginsberg
This poem is an account of a sojourn (trip) with Jack Kerouac in a railroad yard, the discovery of a sunflower covered in dirt and soot from the railroad yard, and the subsequent revelation that this is a metaphor for all humanity: "We are not our skin of grime."

This relates to his vision, an auditory hallucination of poet William Blake reading "Ah, Sunflower": "Blake, my visions." (See also line in Howl: "Blake-light tragedies" and references in other poems).
Manager Shig Murao
The theme of the poem is consistent with Ginsberg's revelation in his original vision of Blake: the revelation that all of humanity is interconnected. (See also the line in "Footnote to Howl": "The world is holy!").

The structure of this poem relates to "Howl" both in its use of the long line and its repetition of the "eyeball kick" (paratactical juxtapositions) at the end. Ginsberg says in relating his thought process after the experiments of "Howl":

"What about a poem with rhythmic buildup power equal to Howl without use of repetitive base to sustain it? The Sunflower Sutra...did that, it surprised me, one long who" [6]. More

Friday, July 12, 2024

White female hitchiking to Yosemite


It's a Dharma Bum life, Jay-Z.
Societe US says there are 18 behaviors branded as low class by American society. Some of us are the haves and some are the have-nots, but being "low class" isn’t so much about what we have as much as it is about what we don’t, namely "class." The American caste system isn't as obvious to outsiders as it is to us. Any highschooler learns it. "Social clues," Cage the Elephant tells us, are the key. There are dead-giveaways, habits that tell everyone that our upbringing was not posh, upscale, spoiled, or even pampered.




Dharma Bums (Jack Kerouac)
We were at the back of the plane by the bathrooms. We fed on Twinkies instead of cake. We ate Heinz yellow mustard on benches instead of Grey Poupon in cars. We spat like Hock Tua Gal [Hawk Tuah Girl], as Southern as a Tennessee brat in Daisy Dukes. We considered hitching all the way to the greatest National Park in the land, Yo-Semite, now open to Gentiles, too.

This is not about eating junk food all the way to the holy haunts of the Paiute Indians. This is about getting back to the land and running into a meadow or grove until a deer or Sasquatch notices. (Bigfoot is probably high up in the cold hills, not wandering from peak to peak in the summer flush of a late spring and all this Tuolumne River melt into the lazy Merced River of the valley). So mosquitoes and chiggers, mites and ticks are much bigger worries than the park's charismatic megafauna like grizzlies and brown bears.

At the end of the rainbow
Hey, Trashy, you're not riding or dining with us. Keep it movin, and take that knapsack with you.

You’ve known all along…
(Araya Amenti) July 8, 2024: ITALY. Hello and welcome. I'm Araya, and I am here to help you remember who you are and to get what you want out of this human experience. In this space, we talk about all things spirituality, manifestation, consciousness, health, and wellness.

I spent years and years and hundreds of thousands of dollars learning how to heal my body from chronic illness, which ended up being my soul's chosen path to awakening and having me remember who I am.

A new earth is here, and I am honored to be a guide as we shift into this new 5D world. Let's decondition [decolonize] our minds, leave the Matrix behind, and celebrate our uniqueness and authentic truth. Namaste, my friends!

Man and dog live a year in dangerous woods

(RAMIZ IN THE WILD) April 27, 2024: Hello🖐, dear viewers🤩 and subscribers😍to this channel. This time I lived with my canine companion ​​for a year and two months in a very dangerous forest. It turns out that living in the forest for a long time is not a problem; in the forest one can find everything one needs for life. For example, there's water, food, and so on. In short, I built burrowed cave hut in 15 days. The only problem was that the clay took a long time to dry, but I solved this problem by drying it with fire. And I figured out my beloved dog was injured in the forest, but I did everything necessary. I patched up her wound, and she recovered quickly. I show all the rest in the video.

Saturday, May 18, 2024

Poetry by Charles Harmon "Beat It"


When you're burning on the inside...
American Buddhist Jack Kerouac is recognized for his style, which is stream of consciousness called "spontaneous prose."

Thematically, his work covers topics such as Buddhism, promiscuity, his Catholic spirituality, drugs, jazz, travel, life in NYC, and poverty.

He became an underground celebrity and, with other Beat Poets, a progenitor (precursor) of the hippie movement...

He greatly influenced many 1960s cultural icons, including the Beatles, the Doors, Bob Dylan, and the founder of the Grateful Dead Jerry Garcia. More



BEAT IT
By Charles Harmon (edited by Seven)
Allen Ginsberg with Jack Kerouac
Cruising Hollywood, 1959,
family wagon, parents at the
wheel, little sisters gawking at

Grauman's and the imprints of idols,
feet, hands, endearments

etched in concrete, Walk of Fame,
pointing at the stars set in the sidewalk
between tourist toes and heels

"Look, a Beatnik!" mom directs us
toward a man who sits on the curb,
his sandaled feet dangling in the gutter,

dressed in a dark turtleneck and smart
black beret, whacking a bongo,
singing, billowing smoke

as a young woman sits next to him
with an arm around his waist, cigaretting

smoldering on his lipstick stained cheek,
as tourists drop coins in a cup

"What's a Beatnik?" I ask, but a man
without options, who looks cool doing
nothing

"They like poetry," Mom explains, "and
music, don't care too much about money,
seeking enlightenment or come what may"

Wow, I think, a man after my own heart,
as I'd already memorized dozens of poems

in school and liked to sing, a choirboy
with a radio and TV, eager to learn

the way to enlightenment, something I
read in the World Book of all the Buddha
knew, understanding stated in haiku

like a novel on James Bond in the 6th
grade, when 007 visits a faraway land

to extract useful information from the
Japanese Secret Service, offering

some spy service in return, but JSS
Head Tiger Tanaka teaches 007 how
to compose haiku instead

You only live twice
once when born and once when you 
finally face death

A spy evades capture, and a ten-year-old
is blown away, one avoids execution

the other asks his mom, Is Death here yet?
There is reality and there is fate

and are they not the same? Knowing
that we all know Death, who is yet to

come, I resolved to live, to do something
to make life amount to more than
not yet dying

So I did, I understood what the Buddha
must have meant, only etching out haiku

much later on a cube of rice paper, square
and the size of a cigarette with twisted ends,

discovering Kerouac Jack, who presented it
to an audience American, altering the rules,
setting it free

On the Road, The Dharma Bums, and
artful lines in 5-7-5 or not

all to kindle a sense of the adventure, an
excursion with and without signs

do not enter here
do not look behind
enter over there

Did it rhyme? Did I trek with Scouts
arm myself with the Sierra Club

get away with friends until my 16th
summer on the planet, hitching my sole

and the other on a hike to NorCal to visit
Berkeley and Stanford and grandparents in the Bay,
listening to the Jefferson Airplane and Grace

steering clear of the scene psychedelic, blazing
on a natural high and the books at City Lights

and a man named Ferlinghetti
who gave me a Little Red Book by Mao

a souvenir of what might have been had I
been a Beat, had I penned as artfully as
the JuBu Ginsberg and other rows at City Lights

Rodolfo Ybarra: On the Beat Generation and Bob Kaufman

Snyder, Everson, Rexroth, Jeffers, Welch, McClure
many of whom I met at their readings, discovering

former Zen monastic Leonard Cohen who sat atop
Mount Baldy overlooking L.A., searching for Truth

in nature, peace, love, spirituality, seeking
the mystical in the ordinary, while I climbed mountains

in the vast out of doors, seeking it in science at the UC
with Fritjof Capra's Tao of Physics, exploring the
parallels of East and West on a quest for Truth

The Tao of Physics

ism after ism saying the same thing: we are all
connected as we learn to see

all of it a mystical experience, haiku poetry

Friday, October 7, 2022

American Buddhism? Spiritual revolution (doc)

BTN, "American Buddhism!" (documentary) 12/9/21; CC Liu, Crystal Q. (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly

Spiritual Revolution! American Buddhism (BTN)
North American lay Buddhists meditating at the Pacific Zen Institute (PZI), California
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(Korea Buddhist Television Network Official channel) Buddhism, once primarily practiced in Asia, is now also practiced in the United States.

American Saint Jack Kornfield (spiritrock.org)
As Buddhism does not require any formal "conversion," American Buddhists can easily incorporate Dharma practice into their normal routines and traditions. The result is that American Buddhists come from every ethnicity, nationality, and religious tradition.

The Beat Poets were early American Buddhists
In 2012, The San Diego Union-Tribune estimated there were 1.2 million U.S. practitioners, of whom 40% are living in Southern California.

In terms of percentage, with its large Asian and particularly Japanese American community, Hawaii has the most Buddhists at 8% of the population.

The term "American Buddhism" can be used to describe all Buddhist groups within the United States, including Asian American Buddhists born into the tradition, who comprise the largest percentage of Buddhists in the country.

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Monday, October 4, 2021

Me and Jack Kerouac: "Repo Man" (poem)

On the Road an all-American novel that made Beat poet Jack Kerouac a household name
Pin on Buddhist quotes by famous people like Jack Kerouac (pinterest.com)
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"Repo Man"
Walked all the way down Telegraph
towards the Bay and the freeway
where I hitched a ride with Jim
driving a brand new Riviera
I had just read Kerouac’s magnum opus
and remembered a childhood event
the weekly pilgrimage to church
seven of us in a Ranch Wagon
running late checking the clocks
in gas stations racing by
passing Jim Child’s Brick on the boulevard
this 5-year-old never saw any children or bricks
until Dad explained it all about how words can have
multiple meanings and ambiguity between the lines
and that Jim Childs was owner of a car dealership


Jack Kerouac | Kerouac Society
but this Buick man was a friendly redneck from Texas
Jim Charron asking to be called JC as he grinned
the left side of his neck and face
and outboard arm sunburned red
for he was a repo man he explained
driving over this great land of ours
repossessing what was bought but not paid for
by frickin’ deadbeats
and he had just picked up this beauty in Berkeley
and I could ride with him all the way to LA
just had to pick up another repo in San Jose
but he’d hate to have to tow it
towing slowed him down
so would I like to drive it
I was pleased he could trust a college kid
so I said sure and an hour later we were
at a fancy white house with a picket fence
Sheriff’s deputy armed with writ and revolver
and a hotwire mechanic armed with a Slim-Jim
and before we knew it we were stealing
a nearly new car right out of a driveway
from a newly delinquent no longer legal owner
who’d gotten in over his head with too many girlfriends
and mortgages and bankruptcy and divorce proceedings
now way behind on payments

You never really own anything
They started it just as the deadbeat came running out
waving a rubber check with lipstick stains on his shirt
and red slap marks on his face under tears running down
but the deputy waved him off with the court order
Didn’t have to shove the .44 Magnum in his face
as Mike the mechanic burned rubber driving it
down the block and around the corner
where Jim said Get in and keep up
I drove just as fast flying down the highway
master of the road king of the universe
blasting our way south to LA
at the speed of sound and light
at the wheel of a black Cadillac
Jim called it a big ass land yacht
radio blasting Like a Rolling Stone
time to think time to feel time to breathe

time to be here now time to live or die to groove
so very beat — an 18-year-old freshman
cruising at 80 with Jack in the back
Dean riding shotgun
What was in that little white pill Jim gave me
Said it would help me stay awake
Hours later we passed far down the 101
near Santa Maria or San Luis Obispo
a wreck off the side of the road
two cars twisted together
bodies splattered all over the pavement’s grey
police cars and fire trucks and ambulances
swarming the site emergency
personnel working and as I was getting tired
I realized that could have been me
falling asleep at the wheel
drifting across the center line
smashing into oncoming traffic
and I still had lots of miles to go before I sleep
but I wanted to go on the road drive to New York
with the Dharma Bums and fly me to the moon
around the world in 80 ways across the universe
just wanted to make it home for Thanksgiving
We are all driving rentals on suspended licenses
trying to outrun the big repo guy in the sky
CHARLES HARMON is former science teacher in Los Angles, who loves to write, live, love, cook, and eat. He find teaching science to be like cooking and cooking like writing poetry. He is currently working on a novel. He has been published in Spectrum, San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, Altadena Poetry Review, Lummox, Frogpond, Ribbons, Atlas Poetica, bottle rockets, Akitsu, hedgerow, failed haiku, Red Shift, Haiku Foundation Dialogue, prune juice, Autumn Moon, All the Way Home: Aging in Haiku Anthology... 

The Dharma Bums
A bhikkhu reborn on the road
Jack Kerouac’s classic novel about friendship, the search for meaning, and the allure of nature.  First published in 1958, a year after On the Road put the Beat Generation on the map, The Dharma Bums stands as one of Jack Kerouac's most powerful and influential novels. The story focuses on two ebullient young Americans -- mountaineer, poet, and Zen Buddhist Japhy Ryder, and Ray Smith, a zestful, innocent writer -- whose quest for Truth leads them on a heroic odyssey, from marathon parties and poetry jam sessions in San Francisco's Bohemia to solitude and mountain climbing in the High Sierras. More
  • Poet Charles Harmon remembers Jack Kerouac (Kerouac Society); Seven (ed.), Wisdom Quarterly

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

How to USE suffering: Ajahn Chah

Ajahn Chah (ajahnchah.org) via Ven. Sujato, Ellie Askew, Dhr. Seven (ed.), Wisdom Quarterly

Quit it, Lisa. - You quit it, Richard.
(Ajahn Chah) My way of training people involves some suffering [disappointment, pain], because suffering is the Buddha’s path to enlightenment.

He wanted us to see suffering [so that we'll let go of it and its causes] and to see [its] origination, cessation, and the path [to liberation from all suffering]. This is the way out for all the ariya [noble persons], the awakened ones.

If we don’t go this way, there is no way out. The only way is knowing suffering, knowing the cause of suffering, knowing the cessation of suffering, and knowing the path-of-practice leading to the cessation of suffering. This is the way that the ariya, beginning with [the first stage of enlightenment called] stream entry, were able to escape [all suffering]. It’s necessary to know suffering.

Worldly "success"?
(Jack Kerouac) "‘Vanity of vanities…all is vanity.’ You kill yourself to get to the grave. Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of the grave is ‘success,’ the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom horsesh*t."

Saturday, September 7, 2019

Buddhist-Catholic Jack Kerouac (audio)

Gerald Nicosia, Mitch Jeserich (KPFA.org, 9/4/19); CC Liu, Dhr. Seven, Wisdom Quarterly

Gerald Nicosia, author of Kerouac: The Last Quarter Century, explains the influential American Buddhist writer of Dharma Bums, the myth, and the controversy over his stolen estate. He wrote at least nine books but was rarely studied or taken seriously by academia. Letters & Politics Host Mitch Jeserich digs (KPFA.org) into the mystery. LISTEN
Kerouac: The Last Qtr. Century
In his latest book, Kerouac: The Last Quarter Century, Gerald Nicosia takes a comprehensive look at Jack Kerouac’s legacy -- how he went from a fading leader of Beatniks, with most of his books out of print, to the pinnacle he occupies today, universally considered one of the top American writers of the 20th century.

Nicosia is one of Kerouac’s great champions, but he also looks at the dark side.  He examines the in-laws who control Kerouac’s estate today: They forged a will. It's an incredible story that has been kept under wraps for a decade. What happened to Kerouac's real family, his daughter Jan, his sister Caroline and her family? This book has lots of new pictures. And it looks at posthumously published works as well as the fate of Kerouac's archives.

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Thursday, May 9, 2019

Are we animals or "fallen angels"? (video)

Funny Pets; Jack Kerouac; Dhr. Seven, Ellie Askew, CC Liu, Seth Auberon, Wisdom Quarterly
You won't remember time spent working in the office...Climb that goddamn mountain!


Jack Kerouac by Tom Palumbo circa 1956
American Buddhist Jack Kerouac asked: "Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?"

We are not mere animals. For we have the power to choose (in a moral dimension), to act or refrain from acting regardless of what provokes us -- and these volitional actions are our karma, which makes our future. We are reborn countless times according to our deeds.

Karma is made by the intention behind deeds.
Karma -- it's everywhere we're going to be. In Buddhist terms, we are surely more "fallen angels" (devas) of a sort, evolving and devolving, if the Buddhist Genesis (Agganna Sutra) account is to be taken literally.

JACK WHO-A-WHACK? Kerouac (1922-1969) was an American novelist and poet considered a literary iconoclast and, alongside Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs, a pioneer of the Beat Generation. He is recognized for his method of spontaneous prose, covering topics such as Buddhism, drugs, Catholic spirituality, jazz, promiscuity, poverty, and travel. He became an underground celebrity and, with other beat poets, a progenitor of the hippie movement. Since his death his literary prestige has grown, and previously unseen work has been published. He wrote, On the Road, The Dharma Bums, Mexico City Blues, and much more.