Kerouac Lives - 257 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Kerouac Lives - 257

Rating: 5.0

My life has been such death
From moment I was born...
Flashes of my pre-lives
Adding to the damn scorn

Tuesday, June 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
KEROUAC LIVES series
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M.J. Lemon 07 June 2024

Brilliant! I can imagine you sitting diretly across from Kerouac. And these words, his confession, made in confidence.

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Richard Wlodarski 11 June 2024

2) cont'd: Vitally needed because it's somewhat uncanny how deeply I'm diving into his psyche.

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Richard Wlodarski 11 June 2024

M.J., I love this kind of positive constructive criticism. It not only validates The Kerouac Venture, but also, it provides the impetus for continuation.

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Quite emotional, impressive.

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Richard Wlodarski 07 June 2024

I've tried really hard to get into Kerouac's psyche. As a result...the poetry is very emotional. Thank You very much for your very positive assessment, my friend!

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