Kerouac Lives - 326 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 326
All the night long
Without sunlight
Makes angels cry...
I wanna die
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Just a reminder, my friend: KEROUAC LIVES is a series about Jack Kerouac as if he himself was thinking and speaking. It's strictly Conjecture!
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8/29/2026 6:07:58 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
This is stunning, Richard. You mentioned something about editing words and finding new meanings. I first read the last line as the first. That was accidental. But the positioning of that last line really does shape the vision of the work. Kerouac himself would be inspired.
2) Kerouac's inspiration is very stunning... as is... your continual positive support and encouragement, M.J.!
An Indigenous Man once suggested to me that I write a poem with the last line being the first and then continuing backwards. He believed that that perfectly epitomizes the history of Canada.