If instead of going On The Road, famed Beat writer Jack Kerouac spent the early 1950s as part of a fur trapper collective somewhere in British Columbia
Kerouac: “So, be honest. Any of you guys ever, y’know, make it with a beaver? Just to say you’ve done it…? Because I’d be game…”
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Cassady: “Cat, I’ve had beavers all over this country but I’m game , man ! You know me.. I’m into beavers, anytime..anyplace..anyhow.. Just point me in the right direction …”
Ginsberg: “Dont look at me.. You know I’m not into beavers… Now, young lumberjacks..sweat glistening on their firm sinewy bodies..”
Burroughs: “Beavers? No..I’m afraid not my young friend.. I can relate to the young lumberjack craving.. but I’m afraid the mugwumps have been stealing my jissom as of late and I’m feeling a bit depleted.”
Joan Vollmer: “You can take that to the bank.. He aint touched a beaver that I know of..”
Why doesnt anyone ever mention Hubert Huncke in these things ? The self taught man that picked up writing skills from close association with the rest of the core BEATS by osmosis… Thief, criminal, junkie.. So much more interesting than say, Ginsberg..
BINGO!
Whoo! This is going to be interesting.
And in my absence, I see the consistency of Jeff has remained the same. Gawd I missed you, Jeff.
:D
They say it has to do with economies of scale.
Burroughs: “…and then, the guy staggers back to the lodge and says, All right, where’s the Eskimo girl you want me to wrestle?”
Ugh. Fat, bloated, always drunk, probably could never get it up, always reeking of cheap Tokay—I’d fuck a beaver before I fucked Jack Kerouac.
Cassady: “Cat, I’ve had beavers all over this country but I’m game , man ! You know me.. I’m into beavers, anytime..anyplace..anyhow.. Just point me in the right direction …”
Ginsberg: “Dont look at me.. You know I’m not into beavers… Now, young lumberjacks..sweat glistening on their firm sinewy bodies..”
Burroughs: “Beavers? No..I’m afraid not my young friend.. I can relate to the young lumberjack craving.. but I’m afraid the mugwumps have been stealing my jissom as of late and I’m feeling a bit depleted.”
Joan Vollmer: “You can take that to the bank.. He aint touched a beaver that I know of..”
Burroughs: Hold still while I’m trying to aim.
Why doesnt anyone ever mention Hubert Huncke in these things ? The self taught man that picked up writing skills from close association with the rest of the core BEATS by osmosis… Thief, criminal, junkie.. So much more interesting than say, Ginsberg..
Hubert Huncke: “Beaver ? There’s a Beaver around ? ..Hell yes, Cat.. After 11 years in prison I’d do anything on two legs or four..”