Flipping through web pages, think it was about books, one famous internet person suggested that Jack Kerouac’s On the Road wasn’t worth it; possibly the novel was too dated.

While I was exposed in high school, it wasn’t until later that the novel made some sense, having read it two or three times now. Better, though is Dharma Bums, but both should be Mature Millennial requisites. I passed some Ginsburg poetry onto one of my millennial readers, echoed nicely, but didn’t entirely resonate. I hope that’s like my high school exposure On the Road.

In correspondence the other afternoon, I quoted — from memory — the opening line to Hunter Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, a true American classic as it so evocatively captures the moment.


Validating that I got that opening line correct, I grabbed a copy of the novel off the shelf, and realized there are other portions of that particular text that helped shape my worldview.

Which was why it pained me to read that some important figure, Gen X, my guess, missed the important points in somewhat stilted and tilted prose.

Matter of understanding, and perhaps my ancient ways are starting to show their ages.


Those who don’t know the past are doomed to repeat the same mistakes. One purpose of literature is to help shape the future by recalling what’s important from the tales we’ve all told.

That’s why “modern American classic,” and weird-ass free-verse beat poetry has its place.

Much of the current crop of culture, its trends and flavors? All based upon the old ideals of the previous artists and their versions. The free-verse free thinkers.



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