Kerouac Lives - 302 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 302
Rating: ★5.0
Death is everywhere
The past seems concealed
The present so messed up
Future's nowhere in sight
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: death,future
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8/29/2026 5:13:20 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Brilliant verse! What immediately comes to mind is Kerouac's observation, 'There was nowhere to go, but everywhere. (or something very close to this) ' Whatever he did and wherever he was, Kerouac seemed to straddle the line between the living and the departed.
...so just keep on rolling under the stars. You are a acute observer, M.J. I believe that he was very much like Blake...in tune with cosmic consciousness. Perhaps, that's why I'm so very fascinated with both of them!