Fred W. McDarrah: Save the Village takes its name from the words painted on the side of an artist's studio on Greenwich Avenue, demolished in 1960 and memorably photographed by McDarrah. Its shadows remain in the literary and cultural walking tours that lace the neighborhood.
In 1950s New York City, while the Beat poets Ginsberg and Kerouac had the luxury of simply being poets, hitching their dreams to stars with the freedom and privilege of living in opposition to bourgeoise America, LeRoi Jones was black in America.
Burroughs' involvement in Scientology has received only scant mention in the biographies that have appeared about him, so it has been left to David Wills to right the record in his Scientologist! Williams S. Burroughs and the Weird Cult.
We have strolled along the hill-fortresses of Kernave, Lithuania, and bantered with the costumed vendors in Tallinn's Old Town. In these easy, carefree moments, there is a commune with nature and other individuals.
It's three years since the world-famous Pompidou Center of Modern Art opened its branch in the old industrial city of Metz, a couple of train hours east of Paris. The six-story wood and glass tent is far smaller--and some believe esthetically more daring -- than the mother museum.
In the "endless poem" of America, it is the spaces in between that mattered for Kerouac. Unfortunately, this film adaptation travels from one cliché to the next, skipping over many of the small moments that give the novel holy substance.
We sparked some tea and spit seeds onto the street, pulsing to the rhythm of the passing cars while feeling the ghosts of North Beach -- Kerouac, Ginsberg, Cassady, and the rest of our long-gone friends -- falling further away.
One of the many surprises tucked away in the vast Jack Kerouac Archive at the New York Public Library is the tiny pocket notebook in which Kerouac reacted in the fall of 1947 to a conversation he'd just had with his mother.
Evidence of the arrival of America's newest adaptive generation has surfaced in recent research, which is beginning to define how and why this latest Adaptive generation differs from the older Millennial Generation.
Rainhat's gently staggering poems are spontaneous, lyrical, physical and immediate. When his grandmother, a farmer, tells him she doesn't understand poems, he explains to her, "A poem is a song. It is in your heart and you can breathe it with your mouth."
Larry was intellectual, literary, and one of the most brainy artists of his generation, but there was always the feeling in the art world that the more intellectual the artist, the less talented the painter.