A lost calling. The seasons changing without notice. A misplacement of the misplaced; The Beat Generation. They were crusaders of the word; always someplace and never without cool. Shirts and shoes unrequired from San Francisco to West 46th Street. Their pain was locked in the fists of their resistance. Eyes deaf toward the average, they … More WHERE ARE THEY?
That piano man. Unlocking keys with his finger. Breaking down doors into the light of song. His head pulses with beat. Shoulders sway like ocean waves bringing the high tide of song to the shoreline of crowds. The sound is a wind he creates. Escaping the bonds of different voices where into one moment … More PLAY THROUGH
Jack was the velvet hitchhiker. The typewriter and his road. He was cursed with nonchalant genius. Words worshipped him. Allen and Neal were jealous of the Lowell hometown boy. The athlete at any sport, the worker, the college student and the occasional sailor. He was a lover of lost time. The gatekeeper of abstract thoughts. … More JACK K
Roger Singer 