Wednesday, October 21, 2009

RIP Jack Kerouac

Today' blog post is in honor of the King of the Beats, Jack Kerouac. Forty years ago, yesterday, he drank some whiskey for breakfast and then ate a can of tuna fish. A few minutes later he was rushed to hospital for coughing up blood. He died shortly thereafter. It was an inglorious end to a life filled with wandering and writing in search of an ever elusive beatific vision.

Here is Kerouac at his height, riding the sensation that was On the Road:



And shortly before he died, on Firing Line with William F. Buckley, jr.

3 comments:

Zeld said...

I got The Dharma Bums out of the library today.

Ben Nardolilli said...

were they hard to find?

Zeld said...

We should have an olde-timey radio comedy show.