Monday, 7th April 1997
"I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness starving hysterical
Oh hell, it's the sixties..."
Big round of applause for the beat poet and writer Allen Ginsberg who, like contemporary William S Burroughs, surprised the hell out of everyone by living to a ripe old age despite abusing any number of proscribed pharmaceuticals. Allen Ginsberg, ladies and gentlemen,
dead at seventy this weekend!
The third leading light of the beat generation was of course Jack Kerouac who produced a number of largely incoherent yet well received and seminal books whilst running out on his wife and kids, eventually succumbing totally to alcoholism and dying a complete git.
I feel no shame in admitting that I began and gave up reading "On The Road" three times before purchasing the Penguin spoken word version read by the illustrious David Carradine. Let's hear it for the twentieth century.
B(t)
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