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about Neal Cassady, poems and recordings

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images (41)RARE FOOTAGE OF NEIL CASSADY DRIVING FURTHUR

The Grateful Dead used to let Neal ramble on ( usually while tripping ) between sets. You can hear the beginnings of Lovelight ..I knew I should have wore more paisley
NEAL CASSADY TALKING

Grateful Dead & Neal Cassady July 23, 1967 – Strait Theater – San

Neal Cassady biography
NAME: Neal Cassady
OCCUPATION: Writer
BIRTH DATE: February 08, 1926
DEATH DATE: February 04, 1968
PLACE OF BIRTH: Salt Lake City, Utah
PLACE OF DEATH: San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
Full Name: Neal Cassady Jr.
AKA: Neal Cassady

Best Known For
Neal Cassady was a key figure of the Beat movement. The character Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac’s On the Road is based on him.

Synopsis

Born in Utah on February 8, 1926, Neal Cassady became a key figure of the Beat movement and an inspiration to his writer friends. Cassady’s magnetic energy and wild spirit is immortalized in the character based on him, Dean Moriarty of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. Later in life, Cassady joined Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters and fell into drugs. He died as a result, on February 4, 1968.

Contents
Synopsis
Early Life
Meeting the Beats
On the Road
Drug Use and Death

Early Life

Neal Cassady Jr. was born on February 8, 1926, in Salt Lake City, Utah. His mother died when he was 10, and he was raised by his alcoholic father in Denver, Texas. Cassady stole cars, hitchhiked, and was in and out of reform schools. He spent a year in jail at the age of 18.

Meeting the Beats

In 1946, Cassady traveled to New York City to visit a friend at Columbia University. There, he met Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg, all of whom were enthralled by Cassady’s energetic persona. He moved to New York City with his 16-year-old wife, LuAnne Henderson, who quickly returned home. Cassady remained in the city, and though he claimed to be straight, began a sexual relationship with Allen Ginsberg. The poet was deeply in love with Cassady; his groundbreaking poem “Howl” calls Cassady a “secret hero.”

Cassady learned how to write fiction from Kerouac, who based the character Dean Moriarty from 1957’s On the Road on his beloved friend.

On the Road

Cassady was relentlessly energetic. His free-flowing, detailed letters to Kerouac heavily influenced the novelist’s style. Cassady’s own prose is characterized by the same breathlessness, but he never finished a book; he struggled to package his ever-expanding ideas into sentences.

In 1947, Cassady met Carolyn Robinson and moved to San Francisco for her. One year later, his marriage to LuAnne was annulled and he wed Carolyn. She had his child, and the family moved to Los Gatos, a suburb of San Jose where Cassady worked on the Southern Pacific railroad.

Cassady was notoriously unfaithful, sometimes cheating with multiple women in a single day. Carolyn also found him in bed with Ginsberg more than once. While she stayed home and raised the couple’s three children, Cassady road-tripped across the country while sleeping with his ex-wife. In 1950, he wed Diana Hansen, a model pregnant with his child, while he was still married to Carolyn. With Cassady’s encouragement, Carolyn eventually had an affair with Kerouac. In his novel Big Sur, Kerouac documents this experience.

Drug Use and Death

In 1958, Cassady was arrested for selling marijuana and served two years in San Quentin Prison. Fed up, Carolyn divorced Cassady in 1963. Afterward, he joined author Ken Kesey and his group, the Merry Pranksters, on a cross-country, drug-filled road trip. Their adventures are detailed in Tom Wolfe’s 1968 book, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Heavy drug use ultimately led to Cassady’s death, on February 4, 1968. He was found on railroad tracks after a party in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. His autobiography was published posthumously as The First Third.

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Neal Cassady biography

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NAME: Neal Cassady
OCCUPATION: Writer
BIRTH DATE: February 08, 1926
DEATH DATE: February 04, 1968
PLACE OF BIRTH: Salt Lake City, Utah
PLACE OF DEATH: San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
Full Name: Neal Cassady Jr.
AKA: Neal Cassady

Best Known For

Neal Cassady was a key figure of the Beat movement. The character Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac’s On the Road is based on him.

Synopsis
Born in Utah on February 8, 1926, Neal Cassady became a key figure of the Beat movement and an inspiration to his writer friends. Cassady’s magnetic energy and wild spirit is immortalized in the character based on him, Dean Moriarty of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. Later in life, Cassady joined Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters and fell into drugs. He died as a result, on February 4, 1968.

Contents
Synopsis
Early Life
Meeting the Beats
On the Road
Drug Use and Death

Early Life

Neal Cassady Jr. was born on February 8, 1926, in Salt Lake City, Utah. His mother died when he was 10, and he was raised by his alcoholic father in Denver, Texas. Cassady stole cars, hitchhiked, and was in and out of reform schools. He spent a year in jail at the age of 18.

Meeting the Beats

In 1946, Cassady traveled to New York City to visit a friend at Columbia University. There, he met Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg, all of whom were enthralled by Cassady’s energetic persona. He moved to New York City with his 16-year-old wife, LuAnne Henderson, who quickly returned home. Cassady remained in the city, and though he claimed to be straight, began a sexual relationship with Allen Ginsberg. The poet was deeply in love with Cassady; his groundbreaking poem “Howl” calls Cassady a “secret hero.”

Cassady learned how to write fiction from Kerouac, who based the character Dean Moriarty from 1957’s On the Road on his beloved friend.

On the Road

Cassady was relentlessly energetic. His free-flowing, detailed letters to Kerouac heavily influenced the novelist’s style. Cassady’s own prose is characterized by the same breathlessness, but he never finished a book; he struggled to package his ever-expanding ideas into sentences.

In 1947, Cassady met Carolyn Robinson and moved to San Francisco for her. One year later, his marriage to LuAnne was annulled and he wed Carolyn. She had his child, and the family moved to Los Gatos, a suburb of San Jose where Cassady worked on the Southern Pacific railroad.

Cassady was notoriously unfaithful, sometimes cheating with multiple women in a single day. Carolyn also found him in bed with Ginsberg more than once. While she stayed home and raised the couple’s three children, Cassady road-tripped across the country while sleeping with his ex-wife. In 1950, he wed Diana Hansen, a model pregnant with his child, while he was still married to Carolyn. With Cassady’s encouragement, Carolyn eventually had an affair with Kerouac. In his novel Big Sur, Kerouac documents this experience.

Drug Use and Death

In 1958, Cassady was arrested for selling marijuana and served two years in San Quentin Prison. Fed up, Carolyn divorced Cassady in 1963. Afterward, he joined author Ken Kesey and his group, the Merry Pranksters, on a cross-country, drug-filled road trip. Their adventures are detailed in Tom Wolfe’s 1968 book, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Heavy drug use ultimately led to Cassady’s death, on February 4, 1968. He was found on railroad tracks after a party in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. His autobiography was published posthumously as The First Third.

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Neal Cassady , ( Feb 8 , 1926 – Feb 4 , 1968 )

San Miguel D’Allende , Mexico
February 4 ,1968 … midnight

Dead from extreme expossure
four days short of forty – two

only fitting , next to a railroad track
He had many words to haul back

The wolf sleeps next to the silver rail
Howling at a silver moon that fell

I hear he drove a topless Cadillac
through San Francisco’s streets

With the top down
smilling free , it was meant to be

Life is a quasar

JACK KEROUAC QUOTES

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“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack KerouacThe Dharma Bums
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
― Jack Kerouac
“Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.”
― Jack Kerouac
“The only truth is music.”
― Jack Kerouac
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road: The Original Scroll
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.”
― Jack Kerouac
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”
― Jack Kerouac
“Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.”
― Jack Kerouac
“Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
tags: sex
“The best teacher is experience and not through someone’s distorted point of view”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
“Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.”
― Jack Kerouac
tags: poetry
“I don’t know, I don’t care, and it doesn’t make any difference.”
― Jack Kerouac
“I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
“I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
“My witness is the empty sky.”
― Jack Kerouac
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road
tags: ghostslife
“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
― Jack Kerouac
“Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, “God, I love you” and looked to the sky and really meant it. “I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.” To the children and the innocent it’s all the same.”
― Jack KerouacThe Dharma Bums
“It all ends in tears anyway.”
― Jack KerouacThe Dharma Bums
“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.”
― Jack KerouacThe Portable Jack Kerouac
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
― Jack Kerouac
“What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?”
― Jack Kerouac
“beautiful insane
in the rain”
― Jack KerouacThe Subterraneans
“My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road: The Original Scroll
“I’m going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.”
― Jack Kerouac
“Life must be rich and full of loving–it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.”
― Jack KerouacSelected Letters, 1940-1956
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THE BEAT PAPERS OF Al ARONOWITZ

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INDEX OF

THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ


PREFACE

THE INVISIBLE LINK



PART 1: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
Introduction: Allen Ginsberg, One of My Giants



PART 1: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER ONE: BEAT



PART 2: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER TWO: ST. JACK (ANNOTATED BY JACK KEROUAC)



PART 3: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER THREE: DEAN MORIARTY (ANNOTATED BY JACK KEROUAC)



PART 4: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER FOUR: A CERTAIN PARTY



PART 5: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER FIVE: THE PROPHET



PART 6: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER 
SIX: THE SAN FRANCISCO RENAISSANCE



PART 7: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER SEVEN: CITY LIGHTS



PART 8: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER EIGHT:
SAN FRANCISCO SCENES



PART 9: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER NINE: LETTER TO THE ALLEN GINSBERG MEMORIAL COMMITTEE



PART 10: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER TEN: THE BEAT CORPORATION



PART 11: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER ELEVEN: MURDER CAN BE BEAUTIFUL



PART 12: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER TWELVE: THE UNVEILING


PART 12: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE DHARMA BUM



PART 13: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE YEN FOR ZEN



PART 14: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: JACKS A KING AND I’M THE INVISIBLE MAN



PART 14: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: RETROPOP SCENE—END OF A DECADE



PART 15: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE BEATS INVADE THE CAMPUS



PART 16: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER 
EIGHTEEN: THE SEERS



PART 17: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER 
NINETEEN:
THE MISSION


PART 18: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER TWENTY:
THE SACRED SCROLL




PART 19: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: RAY BREMSER


PART 20: THE BEAT PAPERS
OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:
JACK KEROUAC’S NEPHEW PRESSES LAWSUIT THAT ALLEGES HIS GRANDMA’S WILL WAS A FORGERY



PART 21: THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL ARONOWITZ
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: TED JOANS, 1928-2003,
A MAJOR BEAT POET



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