Poem: How To Beat Poetry!
Jack Kerouac’s sonorous voice rotted more brains than just his own.
Mine was nearly one. Mine was nearly won. Mine was nearly wondering. Mine was nearly one-dimensionally focussed
for a time.
Old Jack and Bill and Corso too,
the best minds of my generation were destroyed by cell phones, internet rage, intermittent signalling all around – or when it was arou…
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