Grab Your Edition Book Of Blues Originated By Jack Kerouac Disseminated As Volume

guys gonna b real w u all: these were bad poems, It reads like ur favorite problematic art boy got drunk and decided to rewrite ulysses but with a halfhearted appropriation of "jazz, " I'm a little sad I didn't really "get" this but in all honesty I'm actually kind of angry this book exists, Like whatever kerouac I'm glad ur trying shit out and writing angsty poems about hot girls in your notebooks, But also like do we have to find every last unpublished notebook full of bullshit kerouac wrote and release it upon the world There are like,poems is this book! Do we need people to spend their hardearned cash on a poem that's literally just "hnffffdrrrrrrrdrosh" repeated a bunch of times and not even in a cute James Joyce kinda way don't even attempt to tell me that's an "exuberant foray into language and consciousness" cause I don't even know what the fuck that means

The only thing I liked here was that Kerouac wrote a bunch of poems about how much he likes Emily Dickinson, which is pretty endearing.
Pretty bad stuff, Jack. I keep reading Kerouac because sitelinkOn the Road was so good, This was just some nonsense poetry, Here's a random sample:

No such luck
For potter McMuck
Who broke his fist
On angry mitts
In fist fights
Falling everywhere
From down Commercial
To odd or even
All the pers
Blang! Blang!
I L W U had a hard time
And so did N A M
And S P A M
And as did A M My first full reading of a book of poetry.
I chose a Kerouac book of poetry since Im already very familiar with his writing hence it being a good introduction, I thought some of the poems were really good while at other times I wasnt sure what he was talking about but they were fun to read late a night a little fcked.
"Desolation Blues", yes, please. I don't know what I was expecting, but this was not it, It was an interesting read, It was hard to follow at times, but worth the time to read it, Blue/. It's in the title. It's in poems theoretically structured as blues/jazz, Whatever.

So, I don't like Jack Kerouac, I got handed On the Road atand instead of being some transcendent experience I thought it sucked, I reread an except ator so and yep, still didn't like, What I found really, really frustrating about these poems is that like there'd be a stanza or/of a poem that sounded really good, and then he'd throw in a bunch of nonsense syllables or his orthography would go to crap or something.
And it would totally ruin the poem for me, And it's BS. Mary Karr, the exgirlfriend of my arguably the argument is in my own head favorite author David Foster Wallace wrote : “Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air, a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.
But it could blow everybodys head off, ”

I think many poems would in fact blow everyones heads off, if more people were apt to read poetry, Sadly, some of the finest works of art are lostlost not because they are buried or stolen, but because no one is looking for them.


Admittedly, poetry is not my favorite form of letters, but sometimes it is so beautiful you cannot toss it aside, Plus, if one of your favorite prose writers also writes poetry, its hard to not want to gobble that up too, This was the case with Mr, Jack Kerouac. I had readof his novels, and stumbled upon The Book of Blues in a used bookstore and bought it in a hurry, fearing I would never see it again on a bookstore shelf.


Like much of Jacks work, it takes a special understanding of his life and milieu to better appreciate and cherish his work, His books are among other things, unorthodox, selfish, muddled, and at times confusing and full of street argot, But they are also heartbreakingly genuine, raw, lyrical, and touching, His poetry is no different, He weaves through his polarizing mind leaving no topic behind, covering Buddhism, Catholicism, friendship, sex, recreational drugs, the morning time, the sounds of streets and cities, and of course sadness and loneliness.


This collection of verse is unique in that the poems are compiled as if they were song lyrics and choruses, tied together to create some gorgeous masterpiece of jazz.
Some lines are in French, some lines are utter balderdash, and some lines make you miss a girl fromyears ago, But if nothing else, this work shows a man living life, and recording the beauty that most dont see, Hmmmmm . . tough call.
I think this is one of those books that divides the bona fide Kerouac fan from the Kerouac freak, Come to think of it, I probably used to belong to the latter category but now most probably belong to the former category,
Like with so many of Kerouac's poetry collections, there are highs and lows, Even in his largely unheralded classic Mexico City Blues, some pages are disappointing, Is this the best the King of the Beats has to offer, I wondered at times, But here I must stop and remind myself that to analyse Kerouac's poetry on the micro level is misleading and somewhat missing the point,

Kerouac himself provides the very keys to exploring that beautiful labyrinth of his mind to understanding his work he is a jazz poet, par excellence, blowing his blues like a tenorman on a Sunday afternoon jam session.
And listen to any solo by the jazz greats Coltrane, Parker or Davis and you will soon realise that not every note, not even every phrase is melodious and good.
But they are SEARCHING yes that is the key word for that sound and towards the end of the book Kerouac says in a short aside that he has found his sound.
He is writing spontaneously and just like a jazz solo, the sum is definitely greater than the individual parts,

In some spots, Kerouac breaks into Joycean babble doubletalk but somehow that "scatalogical pileup of words" as Kerouac describes his own spontaneous bop prosody is endlessly fascinating.
Some of it makes no sense whatsoever no matter how many times you go back over it but some choruses seem to make some sort of sense on a telepathical level.
And we must remember what the whole essence of beatness is a sort of antiintellectualestablishment crusade or protest, College professors of literature and writing often have very rigid boundaries for deciding what can be considered as strict 'literature', Well, as Corso and Kerouac knew well, the man of the street Jack Micheline is a prime example knows society on a level that the college professor in his cozy college office cannot.
Enter the beats. And that's what it is all about,

In my opinion, San Francisco Blues contains Kerouac's best work in this collection but parts of Orizaba and Cerrada blues are also fascinating.


Some of the poems in this collection are top notch fivestar but there are some three and twostar choruses too and I know Kerouac is capable of doing better but to reiterate, the sum is greater than the parts.
Still definitely worth a read but if you are new to Kerouac's poetry, start with the pristine, the sublime Mexico City Blues, Three for Book of Blues, I like Kerouac's books, I like Ginsbergs poetry, I love Burroughs, I love avantgarde poetry, So I was expecting to enjoy this,

But this was the worst poetry I have ever read in my entire life, I honestly don't understand all these high ratings at all,

It is hard to describe, It isn't all terrible, but a majority of it is, Most of it looks like the guy was trying to do cutups, and then when you

realize he wasn't and he was seriously trying to write poetry about the streets of these cities it makes you wonder what the guy was thinking.
Some of it is genuinely good, but these are few and far between,

I'll post a few excerpts here to give you a good look,

This is an exact poem in this book, typed out precisely as it appears, most of the poetry in thispage book looks like this.


"Dom dum dom domry
Domdomhahem
Sumcreeeeee!Hnf
ShhHnfShhHaf
ShhhShhhHiffff
Ma
Snffffbing bring,seting
"Yo conee na nache"
D dingd dingdding
Cramp!O ya ta dee
ker blumkheum
Hnffffdrrrrrrrrdrosh
PepockShifflet
bda
Want a piece a bread
No"

The rest looks like this.

"Ugly pig
Burping
In the sidewalk
As surrealistic
Typewriters
Swim exploding by
And bigger marines
Lizard thru the side
Of the gloom
Like water
For this
is the Sea
Of
Reality.
"

If a couple hundred pages of this stuff sounds appealing to you then by all means read it,

From page
"But I cant write, poetry,
just prose, " Kerouac's American Haiku were a pretty big deal to me, but the particular poems in this book, . are more of a somewhatinteresting historical artifact than anything else, Jack Kerouac's Book of Blues was a wonderful collection of thoughts and clippings from traveling experiences, I felt a connection when reading these pieces, I would say some are vulgar and do not speak to me quite as much, but I did find joy and love, feeling like I was walking some streets with him.
If you are new to his poetry I would recommend you start here, I haven't read anything as wonderful yet!,