I am referring, of course, to the new Kerouac movie, On The Road, and not suggesting we grab our backpacks and hit the pavement seeking the company of strangers and other general randomness. My backpack-toting, pavement-hitting days are behind me. I still enjoy the company of strangers. So if you’d like to live vicariously through the magic of cinema, join us.
Thursday April 11, 2013 @ 6pm
Kiggin’s Theatre, 1011 Main St Vancouver, WA 98660
*(360) 816-0352*
I will be reading from Jack Kerouac’s poetry and letters before the 6pm showing of On The Road at The Kiggin’s Theatre, 1011 Main St Vancouver, WA 98660 *(360) 816-0352* It would be terrific to see any or all of you there. Here is a preview of my Jack tribute poem. On The Road is showing at The Kiggins from April 5-11 with brief Kerouac stylings by local poets before most showings.
When I was asked what Kerouac meant to me (and to supply a brief bio) I wrote this. To fully enjoy its beatness (with audience participation) join us on Thursday. Or check back here. (If I can manage to record it, I’ll post.) Thanks to Vancouver’s poet laureate Christopher Luna for making this possible.
(For Jack) In Every Hitchiker is a Poet
rainy jazz
drip drop out
blowing neil like a trumpet
bi-ended candle burning bri
-ghtly out
the fireIN BEATis beat
unbeatable
not beaten
out and the heat keeps us
out in the rain walking
thumbs out
-stretched
heat in
this bottle (JACK)
heat in
this word (JACK)
Bio: G.L. Morrison is Red and read; pushcart, girlburn, fat-abulous. If cut, she bleeds working class poetry. Much published, not as much as she’d like. Current editor of the chapbooks series, Simple Solidarity, a fundraiser for the free street clinic Occupy Medical.
