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"the angelic streets"
Sifting through more papers and clippings -- an outline of my final exam for Anglo-Irish Literature with Francis X. Kinahan ("'Mkgnao'! Feeding The Kitty" -- "Q: What is the place of the household cat in Ulysses? A (condensed version): Cat functions as emblem of life, in part through the novel's web [of] associations of feline with feminine qualities"), notes made during music history with Philip Bohlman ("Schumann [Songs of Mignon] hard to perform nowadays -- 'unbelievably gorgeous, but utterly sexist'"), and Blake Bailey's 2010 NYT review of Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters, which begins with this:
While looking up the digital copy of Bailey's review, I came across an exhibit of Kerouac's fantasy baseball and horse-racing habit. Golly.
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"Tonight while walking on the waterfront in the angelic streets I suddenly wanted to tell you how wonderful I think you are," Jack Kerouac began a typical letter to his friend Allen Ginsberg in 1950. "God's angels are ravishing and fooling me. I saw a whore and an old man in a lunch cart, and God--their faces! I wondered what God was up to."
While looking up the digital copy of Bailey's review, I came across an exhibit of Kerouac's fantasy baseball and horse-racing habit. Golly.
This entry was originally posted at http://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/387507.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.