Kerouac Lives - 218 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 218
Rating: ★5.0
Work until you die…
If it's your passion…
Otherwise...you're dead!
Sunday, April 21, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: passion,work
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8/29/2026 6:58:31 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
There is just something remarkable about this verse. I think you captured what Kerouac might have been feeling and thinking his whole life: when moving along the Road stops, existence, very being, stops. Fantastic verse, Richard. This goes to myfavourites.
3) cont'd: M.J., the addition of this poem and others to your favourites is a huge contributing factor to my passion for writing poetry! A world of thanks!
2) cont'd: When the travelling stopped, a part of him died which led to further alcohol abuse, and eventually, a premature death!
M.J., as I'm writing and editing my 3rd & 4th books, I'm coming across comments that I had somehow missed by you and others. I sincerely apologize! Your comments mean the world to me!