tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80228724211668525102024-03-19T13:51:48.070-07:00Project On the Road: remembering Kerouacproject on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-33726117799874936922008-04-13T03:12:00.000-07:002008-04-13T03:13:05.446-07:00Stefanie’s maps capture something above and beyond that of the others. Rather than mapping physical geography, her maps capture regularities and patterns within a literary space. The pieces featured in On the Map focused on Kerouac’s On the Road. The maps visually represent the rhythm and structure of Kerouac’s literary space, creating works that are not only gorgeous from the point of view of graphic design, but also exhibit scientific rigor and precision in their formulation: meticulous scouring the surface of the text, highlighting and noting sentence length, prosody and themes, Posavec’s approach to the text is not unlike that of a surveyor. And similarly, the act is near reverential in its approach and the results are stunning graphical displays of the nature of the subject. The literary organism, rhythm textures and sentence drawings are truly gorgeous pieces. It’s not often that I am so thoroughly impressed by the depth of an artist’s work, but somehow, for me, these pieces do it all. I know, who would’ve thought I’d have stumbled upon such incredible work in the gallery across from our hotel in Sheffield! It just goes to show the world is full of surprises.<br /><br />www.notcot.com/archives/2008/04/stefanie_posave.phpproject on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-70235541641411433782008-03-11T03:35:00.001-07:002008-03-11T03:35:37.928-07:00Clip Job: Jack Kerouac's Personal Favorite Book<br />Posted by Tony Ortega at 8:07 AM, March 7, 2008<br /><br />Clip Job: an excerpt every day from the Voice archives<br />September 18, 1957, Vol. II, No. 47<br /><br />Back to the Village<br /><br />By Jerry Tallmer<br /><br />Jack Kerouac, the Greenwich Village writer who (with Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso), had to go to San Francisco to become a San Francisco writer and get famous, sat in Goody’s Bar, off 10th Street, the other night, in a battered royal-blue polo shirt, his white T-shirt showing beneath, the bright red top of a cigarette package projecting from the pocket on his chest, his strong arms reaching perpetually for the bottle of Schlitz before him on the table, his dark rakish face and glistening black hair more handsome than Cary Grant’s or Wally Reid’s. “Man,” he said, “I can’t make it. I’m cutting out.”<br />He was talking about the whirl of TV and radio and cocktail parties they’ve had him in, the Viking people, ever since he returned from Europe and Tangiers just a few days ago. He was talking about the publicity, the success, the rave reviews, the terrifying half-hour with Wingate on “Nightbeat,” the girls, the bars, the lion-hunters, the whole bit.<br /><br />“Some day,” he said, “if I can write it. If anyone could write it. They have a little girl there, sitting by you, while you wait to go on the TV.”<br /><br />“Just to keep you happy?”<br /><br />“Just to keep you happy. One of those cute little uptown chicks. If I could write it…” He muzzily flagged the waitress for another beer and told how he and Wingate had gone out on the town after the show. The show itself had come as quite a shock to many of his friends and the general public. Kerouac had clammed up almost totally, giving terse, non-communicative answers and looking like nothing so much as a scared rabbit. One of the few young authors of (inversely) the Big Yes, he had sat there like a stump, saying no.<br /><br />“What was it, were you scared?”<br /><br />“Yeah, man, plenty scared. One of my friends told me don’t say anything, nothing that’ll get you in trouble. So I just kept saying no, like a kid dragged in by a cop. That’s the way I thought of it—a kid dragged up before the cops.”<br /><br />The conversation switched to poetry readings. Could Kerouac go on stage to read some of the San Francisco poetry, his own and Corso’s and Ginsberg’s? “No, not me. I can’t go that. I get stage-fright. Wait till Allen comes back—he’s great. He loves that.”<br /><br />To what did Kerouac attribute his sudden recognition on the West Coast, after years of the opposite here in the East: “One thing,” he said. “Rexroth. A great man. A great critic. Interested in young people, interested in everything.” But presently, when the subject had drifted to jazz—its decline and fall this past half-decade—Kerouac talked of a California jazz concert which Kenneth Rexroth hadn’t dug at all. “What a square!” Kerouac cheerfully hooted. “What a square!” And then it emerged that, some time since, Rexroth had kicked Kerouac out of his house as an objectionable loafer—just to be an artist, he had said, wasn’t enough. As Kerouac recalled the incident he seemed to derive great pleasure from it, and to hold no slightest grudge against his mentor.<br /><br />About “On the Road,” the novel now making such a splash, everywhere, Kerouac insists on dismissing it as “my potboiler.” He wrote it six years ago, in 1951, allegedly “to amuse my wife”—the wife he had then, anyway. “I’m a serious artist,” he said, lightly but intently, downing the beer without a break, “a serious artist…like James Joyce. I’ve written eight books since ‘On the Road.’ Viking’s going to start bringing them out.”<br /><br />“What’s your best one?”<br /><br />“A book called ‘Dr. Sax,’ a kind of Gothic fairy tale, a myth of puberty, about some kids in New England playing around in this empty place when a shadow suddenly comes out at them, a real shadow. A real shadow,” he said, stressing the image, his black eyes flashing. “Then there’s ‘The Subterraneans.’ That’s about an affair with a colored girl. And then there’s…” But he let it drop as something weird popped back into his head and he said: “Man, man, on that TV they make you up!”<br /><br />“And what’s happening to you next? Beside the TV and all that?”<br /><br />“I’m cutting out. They don’t know it, but I’m cutting out. I’m going down to my mother’s in Orlando. Always go back to my mother. Always.” He grinned widely, dangerously, but not altogether freel.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-29815921896885568772008-03-02T16:50:00.002-08:002008-03-02T16:51:39.190-08:00New Jack Kerouac book to be published<br /><br />By Chris Hastings and Beth Jones<br />Last Updated: 12:31am GMT 02/03/2008<br /><br />A novel co-written by Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs, two giants of the "Beat Generation" of poets, writers and drug-takers, is to be published for the first time more than 60 years after it was written.<br /><br />And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks, written in 1945, was inspired by an actual killing which led to the arrest of both authors.<br /><br />The novel draws upon the stabbing in 1944 of a homosexual, David Kammerer, by Lucien Carr, a friend of the duo and another Beat leading light.<br /><br />Carr served two years after admitting manslaughter, claiming Kammerer had been obsessed with him and had become violent.<br /><br />Carr confessed to Kerouac and Burroughs, who helped him dispose of the knife but did not go to police. Kerouac was arrested as an accessary to the killing in 1944 and was put in a Bronx jail but he was freed after his girlfriend, Edie Parker, stood bail.<br /><br />Burroughs was arrested but escaped incarceration after his father put up bail.<br /><br />The book's publication will be a cause célèbre, given the enduring appeal of the authors. It is understood legal wranglings within the Kerouac estate are the reason it has not been published before, although neither writer was keen for that to happen. In a documentary Burroughs described it as "not a distinguished work".<br /><br />Gerald Nicosia, who wrote Memory Babe, the widely recognised definitive biography of Kerouac, said the pair would find it funny such a juvenile work was seeing the light of day.<br /><br />"This was one of the first books they wrote… it's probably pretty bad. But I'm not surprised it is being published now because it's a sure-fire way of making money," he said.<br /><br />Kerouac, considered the father of the Beat Generation, wrote his classic On The Road in 1951 and died at 47 in 1969 of liver cirrhosis. Burroughs, who wrote The Naked Lunch, died in 1997 at 83. Carr died in 2005, aged 79.<br /><br />Penguin Classics will publish And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks in November.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-69719310749019365992008-02-17T00:04:00.000-08:002008-02-17T00:10:26.622-08:0011 Things: Neal Cassady<br />Tim Sullivan<br />Thursday, February 7, 2008<br /><br />Neal Cassady was many people to many people. <br />He was Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac's "On the <br />Road," the secret hero in Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" <br />and the driver of Ken Kesey's bus. He was also <br />John Allen Cassady's father. Following are 11 <br />Things John wanted to relate about his dad.<br /><br />1. Contrary to popular myth regarding his <br />reputation, my father did, indeed, have a family, <br />and he strove to be a good husband, father and <br />provider.<br /><br />2. When the Merry Pranksters went on the famous <br />bus trip to New York, my mother (having no sense <br />of humor) insisted I go to school instead. She rightly <br />asked Neal not to glorify that lifestyle every time <br />he came by.<br /><br />3. My father's mind was highly evolved, but he never <br />bragged or put others down.<br /><br />4. They never intended to create the beat generation, <br />hippies or the anti-war movement, but I'm glad for the <br />seeds they planted.<br /><br />5. No matter how much the Eisenhower and McCarthy <br />eras were oppressive, that period was a day at the beach <br />compared with what's going on now.<br /><br />6. When Dad and Kesey rescued me and my sister from <br />high school to go see the Grateful Dead, they were in the <br />principal's office in white jump-suits, crazy hats and Day-Glo <br />orange Beatle boots. The principal said, "This man claims <br />to be your father!" We said, "Hey, what's up, Dad?" After <br />some signatures, they let us go (and it was the best Friday ever).<br /><br />7. These bikers were about to lower the boom on some <br />kid for God knows what, and Dad jumped into the fray, saying, <br />"Here, have some gum!" All the bikers backed off, astonished. <br />"Here, have some gum," he kept saying in the middle of the circle <br />until the situation was defused. Kesey just watched in amazement.<br /><br />8. I was sitting across from Ginsberg in our home around 1965. <br />He said, "Johnny, do you want to know a secret? The Beatles smoke <br />pot!" I said, "What's pot?" I'll never forget how crestfallen Ginsberg <br />looked when the scoop of the century was lost on me.<br /><br />9. He named me after Kerouac and Ginsberg, but, at the last <br />minute, he changed "Jack" to "John." Years later, I asked Mom about <br />this. She said, "I asked him about that at the time, and he said, 'Well, <br />if you say it fast, it sounds like JackAssady and no one is going to <br />call my son a jackass all his life!' "<br /><br />10. Of all the doors my father has opened to me, I would trade <br />them all to have him back.<br /><br />11. John Allen Cassady and his sister Jami will be attending <br />the Third Annual Neal Cassady Birthday Bash this weekend. <br />10 a.m.-10 p.m. Sat.-Sun. The Beat Museum, 540 Broadway, S.F. <br />(415) 399-9626. www.thebeatmuseum.org.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-36033689394866323052008-02-08T17:12:00.000-08:002008-02-08T17:13:45.131-08:00Heart Beat (1979)<br />Director: John Byrum<br /><br /><br />Average user rating<br />No reviews<br />Movie review<br />From Time Out Film Guide<br /><br />A minor (low budget) gem, with Nolte ambling ruefully through twenty years of the <br />American Dream as Neal Cassady, the superman-hero-hobo-lover of Jack Kerouac's <br />On the Road. Based on the autobiography of Carolyn Cassady (who is played with<br /> calm brilliance by Spacek), the movie centres on her triangular life with two men, <br />warily sidestepping the hype and narcissism of Beat mythology and the parallel <br />temptation to indulge in an essay on Literary Genius. Instead, out of an episodic <br />narrative emerges a quiet contemplation of the vast spaces and suburban dreams <br />of the postwar period, a glowingly designed, occasionally tacky epic of America <br />from the Bomb to the Pill.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-14717240218925693672008-02-05T00:34:00.000-08:002008-02-05T00:36:17.278-08:00RON WHITEHEAD, ROBERT M. ZOSCHKE —-<br />“THE” BOOK, the Voices, the Movement, the Never-Ending HeartBEAT<br /><br />Reflections upon the 50th Anniversary of Jack Kerouac’s ON THE ROAD. Edited by Ron Whitehead and Robert M. Zoschke. Published in Heaven Books. Louisville, Kentucky, 2007 175 pp, Illustrated, $25 The book is available here( http://poetrydispatch.wordpress.com/2008/02/04/ron-whitehead-robert-m-zoschke-reflections-upon-the-50th-anniversary-of-jack-kerouac’s-on-the-road/)<br /><br />My contention: The Beat never stopped with the death of Kerouac. Jack left the American road a little early, hit the dead-end waiting for us all, but left the roadmap in book after book, poem after poem, word after word humming down the centerline of every highway leading us on.<br /><br />You can’t NOT get lost. LOST is the way.<br /><br />What Kerouac may have never seen in the distance is just how long the road was, just how far many continue to follow it all over America, all over the world.<br /><br />This one fine book by Ron Whitehead, Leader of the SOUTHERN BEAT BRANCH (Kentucky) world-class performer-poet of substance, sass, sagacity and co-editor, Robert M. Zoschke, wise/true-talkin’ poet with hard and fast lines on Chicago streets and Northern climes, is testament to Time’s tick-tock Beat, Kerouac’s to be-continued connections…essays. photos, artwork, stories and poems. 46 contributors, each with his/her own roadmap to the journey within. With the Ghost of Jack holding a candle to the dark…to get here from there, THIS way…<br /><br />For openers, venerable Ferlinghetti (High Priest to a life writ to move, follow your own directions) is on the front cover—a picture-poem to Neal & Jack; the back cover, by veteran chronicler of the Beat, Christopher Felver. filmmaker and photographer.<br /><br />Inside, cover to cover…Anne Waldman, t. kilgore splake, Jerry Kamstra, Carolyn Cassidy, Michael Madsen, Davis Amram, Gerald Nicosia, Frank Messina…to name but a few of the Beat persuasion, who know the words, the way, and the music…<br /><br />Here’s a little taste of the book, starting with Ron Whitehead, who captures the essence of the Beat goes on…and ending with an excerpt from Rob Zoschke’s piece…how we got to where we are…Norbert Blei<br /><br />Norb Blei discusses Reflections upon the 50th anniversary…Jack Kerouac’s On the Road with the book’s editors Ron Whitehead and Rob Zoschke. Just click on the image to the left to listen to it, or just here…project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-59456720400548054902008-02-05T00:28:00.000-08:002008-02-05T00:33:15.792-08:00Cassady Day<br />by Levi Asher February 4, 2008 1:35 am <br /><br />Neal Cassady, the real-life model for Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac's On The Road, died forty years ago today, <br />on February 4, 1968. There was recently much celebration of the 50th anniversary of the publication of On The Road, <br />and it provides a sad perspective to put these anniversaries together and realize that On The Road gave Neal Cassady <br />exactly one decade of literary "fame" before he died at the age of 42. <br /><br />This anniversary seemed like a good occasion for me to email Carolyn Cassady a few wide-ranging questions, <br />which she was kind enough to answer from her home in London:<br /><br />Levi: So much has changed in the world since February 4th, 1968. Or has it? If Neal has been looking down on us all for <br />all these years, what do you think he would say about the state of the world in 2008?<br /><br />Carolyn: If Neal were watching us since the time he departed this planet, I think he would feel as I do that it is in a very sad state. He was such a loving person, and there is so little evidence of that in the affairs of the world. Acquiring money and/or power at any cost appears to be the religion and goal. Every time there's an "improvement" in products, they're much worse. Selfishness.<br /><br />Levi: I know that you and Neal were interested together in the teachings of spiritual leader Edgar Cayce (by the way, I had a piano teacher as a kid who was a Caycean, so I know a little about it). Have you remained involved with this movement, and what do you think about it today?<br /><br />Carolyn:Neal and I used the Cayce connection as the springboard for further studies in occult lore. We didn't continue after the first few years with just that. We explored all the scriptures from early Eastern systems, the Theosophists, Max Heindel, etc etc., and I became interested in Astrology. I am poor at interpretation, but I get a little. Otherwise, the teachings of that accumulated search and the present-day Truth movements, like Unity satisfy my needs nicely, and I try to live by the wisdom of the ages as best I can.<br /><br />Levi: How do you feel about today's literature? What books have you recently enjoyed reading, and are there any newer writers you like, or any newer or older writers you can't stand?<br /><br />Carolyn: I'm not an authority on today's literature. I read very few novels; I like biographies, documentaries and maybe historical novels. I have read more English writers since moving here, and I havaen't read any more American ones. I have enjoyed Julian Barnes, Jude Morgan, Roddy Doyle, Peter Ackroyd to name a few. I do read reviews in literary magazines so remain interested in trends.<br /><br />Levi: Can you think of any surprising truth or fact about Neal Cassady (or about the times you spent with Neal and Jack Kerouac and the rest of the gang) that the world does not yet know?<br /><br />Carolyn: My dear, my book is full of surprising truths about the lads, but not enough people read it or read it carefully. So there are still masses of myths and misinformation everywhere.<br /><br />Levi: Is the date of February 4, 2008 going to be an especially significant one for you and your children? And do you have any thoughts you'd like to share on this 40th anniversary?<br /><br />Carolyn: I remember February 4 with affection both for Neal and for Anne Murphy, who's birthday it is. I understand the Beat Museum in San Francisco is celebrating Neal's birthday on the 8th, but I am not included in that in any way -- except Neal's children will be there. I always think of Neal with gratitude for teaching me so much wisdom about life; I feel privileged to have known him, and I miss him always. He was a unique individual in spades.<br /><br /><br />* * * * *project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-85626572923470921092008-02-01T03:32:00.000-08:002008-02-01T03:33:52.057-08:00O C T O B E R 1 9 5 7<br /><br />A review of Jack Kerouac's On the Road<br /><br />by Phoebe Lou Adams<br /><br />JACK KEROUAC'S second novel, On the Road (Viking, $3.95), concerns the adventures of the narrator, <br />Sal Paradise, a war veteran who is studying on the G.I. bill and writing a book between drinks, and his <br />younger friend, Dean Moriarty late of reform school. Neither of these boys can sit still. They race back <br />and forth from New York to San Francisco, they charge from one party to another, they tour jazz joints, <br />and Dean complicates the pattern by continually getting married. At odd moments they devote a little <br />thought to finding Dean's father, a confirmed drunk who is presumably bumming around somewhere <br />west of the Mississippi.<br /><br />Dean is the more important character. Mr. Kerouac makes considerable play with his disorderly childhood, <br />his hitch in the reform school, and his rootlessness, but his activities seem less a search for stability than <br />a determined pursuit of euphoria. Dope, liquor, girls, jazz, and fast cars, in that order, are Dean's ladder <br />to nirvana, and so much time is spent on them that it is hard to keep track of any larger pattern behind <br />all the scuttling about.<br /><br />The trouble is a matter of repetition. Everything Mr. Kerouac has to tell about Dean has been told in the <br />first third of the book, and what comes later is a series of variations on the same theme. It's a good theme -- <br />the inability of a young man of enormous energy, considerable intelligence, and a kind of muddled talent <br />for absorbing experience to find any congenial place for himself in organized society -- but the variations <br />are all so much alike that they begin to cancel each other out.<br /><br /><br />Return to Flashback: Kerouac and the Beats.<br />However, the novel contains a great deal of excellent writing. Mr. Kerouac has a distinctive style, part <br />severe simplicity, part hep-cat jargon, part baroque fireworks. He uses each of these elements with a sure <br />touch, works innumerable combinations and contrasts with them, and never slackens the speed of his narrative, <br />which proceeds, like Dean at the wheel, at a steady hundred and ten miles an hour.<br /><br />The book is most readable. It disappoints because it constantly promises a revelation or a conclusion of real <br />importance and general applicability, and cannot deliver any such conclusion because Dean is more convincing <br />as an eccentric than as a representative of any segment of humanity.<br /><br />Copyright © 1957 by Phoebe Lou Adams. All rights reserved. <br />The Atlantic Monthly; October 1957; Ladder to Nirvana; Volume 200, No. 4; pages 178 - 180.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-35574429757115739482007-12-10T07:40:00.000-08:002007-12-10T07:49:15.431-08:001907-2007<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ESU4QwkeO1pKhgF3G9wWZCTWF40amFd8i-GkAEv0Eqk5xWvlV30Wzog6nYwQEnTx7WbFSVM7JvHewBi2cAtsviIPutPsLO9d_YPTZvPTWeh3MA1H5-bn01yA5M8sM_1wBXkxYyyBag/s1600-h/Demoiselles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ESU4QwkeO1pKhgF3G9wWZCTWF40amFd8i-GkAEv0Eqk5xWvlV30Wzog6nYwQEnTx7WbFSVM7JvHewBi2cAtsviIPutPsLO9d_YPTZvPTWeh3MA1H5-bn01yA5M8sM_1wBXkxYyyBag/s400/Demoiselles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142370283732418386" /></a>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-3804686474140075592007-11-30T05:53:00.001-08:002007-11-30T06:06:53.687-08:00Sábado, 1 de Dezembro, 22 horas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbR-0bj_q1n25fnyTbf96ZXzedJXmYZZ2NZyqXo34uUGVdGpbzUbB17Uwl3SLXSXr3Ob65hKIq5dN1nyqtJ3nF2QTvUxfEoeyrinuwTjYZEo5TXTWpmdn59mgmR4YicEqyxDeJBc0TRg/s1600-r/FLYER-JACK-KEROUAC.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUiU4eTkNSGlocnq-ek-mxCeSPjTCqgHog1fURo4a91Pn8-ltlKshSMhdH7bnpm8s5k66NOgOhnrvTUU0NAw80Jx8pG0e6mQv1cCrw3Rem_UNT-mwa7uva8QpVRVdKArNQte2p_B8kA/s400/FLYER-JACK-KEROUAC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138632040292105954" /></a><center><small>"Flyer" para a festa de Sábado: design de Tó Trips</small></center><br /><br /><b>Festa de encerramento</b>: Sábado, 1 de Dezembro, a partir das 22 horas. Entrada: 3 euros. Espaço Avenida, Avenida da Liberdade, 211, Lisboa.<br /><br />CONCERTO: <b>Tó Trips</b> (Dead Combo, ex-Lulu Blind) apresenta <i>Memory Strings</i> e convida <b>Tiago Gomes</b>.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-90622385723297521942007-11-29T06:29:00.000-08:002007-11-29T07:04:06.550-08:00Catálogo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqMj7RItYeixOK_0T9k6XPvGDZ_OVbZyjGPi4jc-oVd4tpXHwD2GNVUOA0qM7ntPJALxXWVegGlu3eLtrE6lm42IGzPZGWFdoWdXRRTCQrKY1xFz18KXd7PEApC6_0QKUNHS8BI9Y_g/s1600-h/cat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqMj7RItYeixOK_0T9k6XPvGDZ_OVbZyjGPi4jc-oVd4tpXHwD2GNVUOA0qM7ntPJALxXWVegGlu3eLtrE6lm42IGzPZGWFdoWdXRRTCQrKY1xFz18KXd7PEApC6_0QKUNHS8BI9Y_g/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138269900282633954" /></a><center><small>Capa do catálogo da exposição <i>On the Road: Remembering Kerouac</i>, design e paginação de José Pedro Cortes</small></center><br /><br />O <a href="http://www.marianaviegas.com/Catalogo_kerouac_net.pdf"><b>catálogo</b></a> da exposição já está disponível: pode ser descarregado (<a href="http://www.marianaviegas.com/Catalogo_kerouac_net.pdf">download</a>), em formato "pdf" (3,3 MB), a partir do "<a href="http://www.marianaviegas.com/kerouac.html">site</a>" de Mariana Viegas. No <b>Sábado</b>, dia 1 de Dezembro, há festa de encerramento.<br /><br /><small>Click to <a href="http://www.marianaviegas.com/Catalogo_kerouac_net.pdf">download the exhibition catalog</a> (3.3 MB)</small>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-9805498069917671332007-11-28T03:51:00.000-08:002007-12-12T04:35:11.076-08:00Viagens<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRlVLBqick5ZOC4n_eGLWFuhxBQg7YQJjeQWK1PY92Fda7fEOGy73Rk1l9wgXmvHxW-pazg0c2rvpB2440auuJ0FGpCGNtS4xSCqbr-u-0jyIO47Knt8TrLh5I0xUGO_aBRKejaVvKg/s1600-h/dovestido.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRlVLBqick5ZOC4n_eGLWFuhxBQg7YQJjeQWK1PY92Fda7fEOGy73Rk1l9wgXmvHxW-pazg0c2rvpB2440auuJ0FGpCGNtS4xSCqbr-u-0jyIO47Knt8TrLh5I0xUGO_aBRKejaVvKg/s400/dovestido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137858219077377746" /></a><br /><small>Teatro do Vestido, <i>Carta-Oceano</i>, de 31 de Outubro a 01 de Dezembro de 2007, de quarta a sá�bados, 22h, Pavilhã�o 27 - Hospital Jú�lio de Matos,� Av. do Brasil nº� 53</small><br /><br />"<a href="http://www.teatrodovestido.org/carta_oceano.html"><i>Carta-Oceano</i></a>, a partir da vida e obra do poeta Blaise Cendrars, �um manifesto, de quem parte e de quem n�ão vai a lado nenhum. �Uma celebraçã��o da viagem e do estar �à espera, do tempo que passou, das cartas que n�ão chegam no mundo que se tornou espesso demais para transitar".</center><br /><br /><br /><b>Joana Craveiro</b> estará, até dia 1 de Dezembro, no Pavilhão 27 do Hospital Júlio de Matos (Lisboa), com o Teatro do Vestido.<br /><br /><b>Paulo Brighenti</b> expõe na <a href="http://www.galeriapedrooliveira.com/press/pintura.htm">Galeria Pedro Oliveira</a>, no Porto, até 15 de Dezembro.<br /><br /><b>João Paulo Serafim</b> apresenta a sua "Colecção de Fragmentos", até 20 de Dezembro, no <a href="http://www.eamais.com/">Atelier EA+</a>, em Ponta Delgada, Açores.<br /><br /><b>André Almeida e Sousa</b> expõe na galeria Alecrim 50, Rua do Alecrim, 48-50, Lisboa. Até 28 de Dezembro.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-88632199677729437782007-11-27T08:00:00.001-08:002007-11-27T08:18:10.205-08:00algumas fotografias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCdRuN29l6wJUz_U4AxXtJeVDn-TWawvCnYNh0TkezyPwABPFS6SO3T3uN468bYFmrUIDpgOBjrgg-aPrTON8octsg5YsOkRO4SMqtjQpohPSwu2_cj0ZhhLZf63PiklRET3pmGzukg/s1600-h/ginsberg2blog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCdRuN29l6wJUz_U4AxXtJeVDn-TWawvCnYNh0TkezyPwABPFS6SO3T3uN468bYFmrUIDpgOBjrgg-aPrTON8octsg5YsOkRO4SMqtjQpohPSwu2_cj0ZhhLZf63PiklRET3pmGzukg/s320/ginsberg2blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137554393090858690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsn60YOlr-K2OD-ILq6w2sKPgLbp_3KNLKoNfPe_ibqgxKn2fWl4j6XaUXLAUKqIyXIB0hAGtixDt8A_-GzOYHmJ-aR6A6Jnf6esE1LEHShMbsu_ocyTfh24tf0aTpmfSCISuHdriojg/s1600-h/ginsbergblog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsn60YOlr-K2OD-ILq6w2sKPgLbp_3KNLKoNfPe_ibqgxKn2fWl4j6XaUXLAUKqIyXIB0hAGtixDt8A_-GzOYHmJ-aR6A6Jnf6esE1LEHShMbsu_ocyTfh24tf0aTpmfSCISuHdriojg/s320/ginsbergblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137554023723671218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKCktXwbl4zA9IAZMP7_W-xKPJEbkHJP4scE4S1OFnGqKnOXbaSnff_YEs8lokbBw1TCUlbnmycchLRI7pFHgdbIEAK2oH6SP7EOHM3Qkr4504kPnTZ0QtSnaXfmMtnh8PQA_L6_tJw/s1600-h/victor.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKCktXwbl4zA9IAZMP7_W-xKPJEbkHJP4scE4S1OFnGqKnOXbaSnff_YEs8lokbBw1TCUlbnmycchLRI7pFHgdbIEAK2oH6SP7EOHM3Qkr4504kPnTZ0QtSnaXfmMtnh8PQA_L6_tJw/s320/victor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137553396658445986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarOLAca4JagP-o7HvjNSVapb0vSjb3i5JqLlRYz6jmR4S_PVgAK7Vc5FxrN0uyIp9tOuvm-DgwRPw5kLxfPSLm6zjdXyACz-dRLHOG7iTgRpCbQ2OXxDWhxw5SVNgH39RRyvjsYKIhA/s1600-h/zenith2blog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarOLAca4JagP-o7HvjNSVapb0vSjb3i5JqLlRYz6jmR4S_PVgAK7Vc5FxrN0uyIp9tOuvm-DgwRPw5kLxfPSLm6zjdXyACz-dRLHOG7iTgRpCbQ2OXxDWhxw5SVNgH39RRyvjsYKIhA/s320/zenith2blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137553022996291218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLKTrKtd6AuMKOkL5ArwJTMt-FMO57HakSx8nZgmxfMN_23FbAiYqYh89ePDgbA33Tw1JPU4GkHHaZZ-Pu8ut2YlGMhk91wzb1RaAmnMESHRqNVx-w3dcTPLChDLwM5kyiggjFjW_rg/s1600-h/zenithblog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLKTrKtd6AuMKOkL5ArwJTMt-FMO57HakSx8nZgmxfMN_23FbAiYqYh89ePDgbA33Tw1JPU4GkHHaZZ-Pu8ut2YlGMhk91wzb1RaAmnMESHRqNVx-w3dcTPLChDLwM5kyiggjFjW_rg/s320/zenithblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137552838312697474" /></a><br /><br />Victor d'Andrade, Richard Zenith e as suas preciosas colaborações. A Joana Craveiro também contribuiu para um belo fim de tarde, mas não tenho imagens.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-25705479785641903352007-11-27T03:06:00.000-08:002007-11-27T03:17:07.758-08:0024 de Novembro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOqoQsX4cC_KRxz7i3_7Xk7VdjTfep-u3YekQ8Bnx1OLtWHLasVLXVly0U10fMPYXf5u4j2Wbu0EvkIjNFviTCHjb6ZkByDg3nCcLf9dOec5Vfi_gVDBFeOpQmfwgFkeDYvvd4Yv1ZA/s1600-h/OntheRoad1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137475657750388338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOqoQsX4cC_KRxz7i3_7Xk7VdjTfep-u3YekQ8Bnx1OLtWHLasVLXVly0U10fMPYXf5u4j2Wbu0EvkIjNFviTCHjb6ZkByDg3nCcLf9dOec5Vfi_gVDBFeOpQmfwgFkeDYvvd4Yv1ZA/s400/OntheRoad1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Richard Zenith. Poeta<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms6_K3_DEYrickNP9KAtepUsUXaSFoInOiqc1ic-Dz0bthK2b0T7MZ0GFZv_mYC5HBsaUfW4CZt6HSxOcdfpQk5GXWp57eO0XjaePMfP1wHfkQCcI1Yq-2qH_K47Y2V31iXOzRqqmKw/s1600-h/OntheRoad2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137475533196336738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms6_K3_DEYrickNP9KAtepUsUXaSFoInOiqc1ic-Dz0bthK2b0T7MZ0GFZv_mYC5HBsaUfW4CZt6HSxOcdfpQk5GXWp57eO0XjaePMfP1wHfkQCcI1Yq-2qH_K47Y2V31iXOzRqqmKw/s400/OntheRoad2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Victor d'Andrade. Actor<br /><br />Não consegui desenhar a Joana Craveiro, actriz e encenadora. Foi pena porque gostei muito.<br /><a href="http://www.diariografico.com/">www.diariografico.com</a>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-69232188933587129102007-11-26T06:09:00.000-08:002007-11-29T07:18:02.887-08:00Pelas estradas fora<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSko_EhWDbcZnVldJCSmPE-VH2H3jFN5L608m1mggoygPd3U2whbHjU0NnopIha0TGXNKDSKhCRGQC54DTXlCT7E4r2zq71zpVIAq8omrple-Jm_Evswnq7w1Rn3RErEzTx6ySnHc51Q/s1600-h/fp08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSko_EhWDbcZnVldJCSmPE-VH2H3jFN5L608m1mggoygPd3U2whbHjU0NnopIha0TGXNKDSKhCRGQC54DTXlCT7E4r2zq71zpVIAq8omrple-Jm_Evswnq7w1Rn3RErEzTx6ySnHc51Q/s400/fp08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137151125726535202" /></a><center><small>Fernando Pessoa em <a href="http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/pessoana.htm">1908</a></small></center><br /><br /><br />ON THE ROAD<br /><br />Here we go while morning life hums<br /> In the sunlight’s golden ocean,<br />And upon our faces a freshness comes,<br /> A freshness whose soul is motion.<br /><br />Up the hills, up! Down to the vales!<br /> Now in the plains more slow!<br />Now in swift turns the shaken cart reels.<br /> Soundless in sand now we go!<br /><br />But we must come to some village or town,<br /> And our eyes show sorrow at it.<br />Could we for ever and ever go on<br /> In the sun and air that we hit;<br /><br />On an infinite road, at a mighty pace,<br /> With endless and free commotion,<br />With the sun ever round us and on our face<br /> A freshness whose soul is motion!<br /><br />26-10-1908<br /><br /><small>Alexander Search (Fernando Pessoa) in Richard Zenith (org.), <i>Fernando Pessoa - Poesia Inglesa</i>, Lisboa, Assírio & Alvim, 2007, <a href="http://assirio.com/livro.php?codigo=263006">volume VI</a> da colecção "Obra Essencial de Fernando Pessoa", onde o poema tem tradução de Luísa Freire</small><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkelnq7UibkorHeNIZ2QKgL53vDXGEw3kqEgBLJQDHdvfBejiaHqNCotrKXv2wSKpezDdN-ULhtWDsC2LGWkee2-TpeK5oqEjLd-YYqVbteS59zllGuUs_n4O4ErMqA4JS5SONM0xYXA/s1600-h/pessoa2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkelnq7UibkorHeNIZ2QKgL53vDXGEw3kqEgBLJQDHdvfBejiaHqNCotrKXv2wSKpezDdN-ULhtWDsC2LGWkee2-TpeK5oqEjLd-YYqVbteS59zllGuUs_n4O4ErMqA4JS5SONM0xYXA/s400/pessoa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137152324022410802" /></a><Center><small>Fernando Pessoa no <a href="http://bibliomanias.no.sapo.pt/pessoana.htm">Chiado</a></small></center><br /><br /><br /><br />No Sábado, dia 24 de Novembro, o Projecto On the Road recebeu, no Espaço Avenida, Richard Zenith, Victor d'Andrade e Joana Craveiro.<br /><br /><b>Richard Zenith</b> (poeta), leu e contextualizou excertos de <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/14658"><i>The Road</i></a> (1907), de Jack London e de <i>On the Road</i> (1957), de Jack Kerouac e o poema de Fernando Pessoa (sob o pré-heterónimo Alexander Search) <i>On the Road</i> (1908). Leituras em inglês, entre as fotografias de carcaças de automóveis, de Manuel Duarte.<br /><br /><b>Victor d'Andrade</b> (actor) leu e encenou, na sala ocupada pelos trabalhos de João Paulo Serafim, textos de Allen Ginsberg: permanecem os <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjCdRuN29l6wJUz_U4AxXtJeVDn-TWawvCnYNh0TkezyPwABPFS6SO3T3uN468bYFmrUIDpgOBjrgg-aPrTON8octsg5YsOkRO4SMqtjQpohPSwu2_cj0ZhhLZf63PiklRET3pmGzukg/s1600-h/ginsberg2blog.jpg">vestígios</a> do seu percurso pelo poema <a href="http://www.jpallas.com/vanGogh/death2vgear.html"><i>Death to Van Gogh's Ear</i></a> (1957), ditado pela <a href="http://www.ubu.com/sound/ginsberg.html">voz</a> gravada de Ginsberg.<br /><br />Sob os trabalhos de Paulo Brighenti, <b>Joana Craveiro</b> (encenadora e actriz), leu e encenou excertos de <i>Off the Road: My Years With Cassady, Kerouac, and Ginsberg</i> (1990), de Carolyn Cassady.<br /><br />Em breve, serão colocadas "online" imagens das leituras de Sábado.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-75478977113176954622007-11-22T06:29:00.000-08:002007-11-23T04:25:55.108-08:00Sábado, 24 Novembro, 17 horas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpeBjpOnZ5EH0Z60fLAkvX3Dt5B6_wXXeGr6p8N1iCcm5X70zjISS3pBECbfG4ZKMHtvv2Ve-Wf4S3egOFrJQ3zufQgt6pInVBS-AsAWPzFRnUBxfUqgO9gUyjz1gY9WH5XVma55tFQ/s1600-h/ShadowKerouac.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpeBjpOnZ5EH0Z60fLAkvX3Dt5B6_wXXeGr6p8N1iCcm5X70zjISS3pBECbfG4ZKMHtvv2Ve-Wf4S3egOFrJQ3zufQgt6pInVBS-AsAWPzFRnUBxfUqgO9gUyjz1gY9WH5XVma55tFQ/s400/ShadowKerouac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135681130219806210" /></a><center><small>Mark Beebe, <a href="http://www.markbeebe.com/Original%20Books%20and%20Comics.html"><i>A Vision of Kerouac as The Shadow</i></a>, 1989</small><br /><br><br /><embed src="http://www-hsc.usc.edu/~gallaher/k_speaks/bottomshoes.au" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="15"></embed><br /><small>Jack Kerouac, "<a href="http://www-hsc.usc.edu/~gallaher/k_speaks/kerouacspeaks.html">The bottoms of my shoes...</a>"</center><br /><br /><br /><b>LEITURA</B> DE TEXTOS DA BEAT GENERATION<br />24 de NOVEMBRO às 17H | ESPAÇO AVENIDA, Avenida da Liberdade, 211, 1º - Lisboa<br /><br />JOANA CRAVEIRO (encenadora, actriz)<br />VICTOR D'ANDRADE (actor)<br />RICHARD ZENITH (poeta)<br /><br><br /><a href="http://rememberingjackkerouac.blogspot.com/2007/11/av-da-liberdade-211-1-lisboa.html">project on the road: remembering kerouac</a>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-34076612303598210352007-11-14T06:09:00.000-08:002007-12-05T04:25:54.759-08:00"Road Movies" na Cinemateca (Dezembro)<center><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=2500560108882862616&hl=en" flashvars=""> </embed></center><br /><small><center>Robert Frank e Alfred Leslie, <i><a href="http://www.ubu.com/film/leslie.html">Pull My Daisy</a></i>, 1959</center></small><br /><br />"Pull my daisy / tip my cup / all my doors are open / Cut my thoughts / for coconuts / all my eggs are broken / Jack my Arden / gate my shades / woe my road is spoken / Silk my garden / rose my days / now my prayers awaken"<br /><br /><small>Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady, <a href="http://www.fb10.uni-bremen.de/anglistik/kerkhoff/beatgeneration/Pull-Poem.htm">Pull My Daisy</a> (19??)</small><br /><br /><br><br /><B>ROAD MOVIES: LEMBRANDO JACK KEROUAC</B><br />Dezembro, na <a href="http://www.cinemateca.pt">Cinemateca</a> Portuguesa - Museu do Cinema,<br />Rua Barata Salgueiro, 39, Lisboa<br />(Colaboração entre o Projecto On the Road: Remembering Jack Kerouac e a Cinemateca Portuguesa - Museu do Cinema)<br /><br /><br /><b><i>Pull My Daisy</i></b>, 1959<br /><br />REAL.: Robert Frank e Alfred Leslie<br /><br />4-12-07 19:30<br /><br /><br /><b><i>Candy Mountain</i></b>, 1988<br /><br />REAL.: Robert Frank e Rudy Wurlitzer<br /><br />4-12-07 19:30<br /><br /><br /><b><i>Sans Toit ni Loi</i></b>, 1985<br /><br />REAL.: Agnès Varda<br /><br />17-12-07 22:00<br /><br /><br /><b><i>Route One USA</i></b>, 1989<br /><br />REAL.: Robert Kramer<br /><br />18-12-07 19:30<br /><br /><br /><b><i>My Own Private Idaho</i></b>, 1991<br /><br />REAL.: Gus Van Saint<br /><br />18-12-07 21:30<br /><br /><br />Continuação do ciclo iniciado em <a href="http://rememberingjackkerouac.blogspot.com/2007/11/av-da-liberdade-211-1-lisboa.html"> Novembro </a>.project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-6895030287304246702007-11-13T06:52:00.000-08:002007-12-03T06:18:43.960-08:00Unscroll<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmyS1EEVFbs" width="425" height="355"></embed><br /><center><small>Jack Kerouac's <i>On The Road</i> scroll manuscript <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmyS1EEVFbs"> unroll </a> at the Boott Cotton Mills Musuem, June 15, 2007</small></center>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-13952886865008091052007-11-10T14:16:00.000-08:002007-11-13T07:03:56.465-08:00Rodando<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MOPS08iqxOIPDex7mWGVn9VPnTvcoU_wV30rXXwyEMkG55_R0O6bABduSmCKqe4u4775fJDz1f8Iz4heC62dzDOgmRj8PH1HbIIClOrX6mqd9kyIwAwZAs1dsWX48JejbGRWKGrp1g/s1600-h/scroll3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MOPS08iqxOIPDex7mWGVn9VPnTvcoU_wV30rXXwyEMkG55_R0O6bABduSmCKqe4u4775fJDz1f8Iz4heC62dzDOgmRj8PH1HbIIClOrX6mqd9kyIwAwZAs1dsWX48JejbGRWKGrp1g/s400/scroll3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131339574559148274" /></a><center><small>Jack Kerouac, "<a href="http://www.wordsareimportant.com/scroll.htm">manuscrito</a>" (120 pés de comprimento) de <i>On the Road</i></small></center><br /><br />Um único e magnífico parágrafo, de vários quarteirões, rodando, como a própria estrada.<br /><br /><small><a href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=1063875">Allen Ginsberg</a></small>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-53849533986317069052007-11-09T10:27:00.000-08:002007-11-29T07:32:31.414-08:00somewherover<center><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YfF3sMgIBA"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YfF3sMgIBA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><br /><small>José António Leitão, <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YfF3sMgIBA&eurl=http://rememberingjackkerouac.blogspot.com/">somewherover</a></i>, 2007, 8:03 minutos</small></center>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-25114800353037992452007-11-09T06:50:00.000-08:002007-11-09T07:01:17.135-08:00Av. da Liberdade, 211, 1º - Lisboa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiFcNirZrSxkT4ydcOMEGihVTC2PMn_nDx1hi4M9KPaNG2XYucdMfv4FKhLw72kp1P3OEklaAUpvXJkjKKjjNjHHbZcbjc4ncjKyxKV4ApKCY6x9UQwSyxubd1K4nRwnv7vAHmYAowQ/s1600-h/CONVITE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiFcNirZrSxkT4ydcOMEGihVTC2PMn_nDx1hi4M9KPaNG2XYucdMfv4FKhLw72kp1P3OEklaAUpvXJkjKKjjNjHHbZcbjc4ncjKyxKV4ApKCY6x9UQwSyxubd1K4nRwnv7vAHmYAowQ/s400/CONVITE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130855574694562018" /></a>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-90815148495796312592007-11-08T06:12:00.000-08:002007-11-08T06:21:44.750-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcNm-gZl9SpBvqJkH7kB7qaz7f7Ql2gyJEu1j2SnaIv2wJyxoS5QDcUgsBVSEOxclMo5kctMTxdapenmN7j59dKQl6EbcaQiZq6L_RizLETO11tksA5MW6aHGOfFRDIQJBKOsoaE3Yg/s1600-h/kerouac-millstein1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcNm-gZl9SpBvqJkH7kB7qaz7f7Ql2gyJEu1j2SnaIv2wJyxoS5QDcUgsBVSEOxclMo5kctMTxdapenmN7j59dKQl6EbcaQiZq6L_RizLETO11tksA5MW6aHGOfFRDIQJBKOsoaE3Yg/s400/kerouac-millstein1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130472545216137426" /></a><center><small>Gilbert Millstein, "<a href="http://partners.nytimes.com/books/97/09/07/home/kerouac-roadglowing.html">Books of The Times</a>", <i><a href="http://graphics.nytimes.com/packages/html/books/kerouac-millstein.pdf">New York Times</a></i>, Sep 5, 1957, pg. 27</small></center>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-19043621216219935912007-11-07T07:17:00.001-08:002007-11-07T07:27:28.126-08:00Off the road<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOY_MyvpuW9r8QYkOo6czsemTljB3oWLD4DVHnvjpdUEHJlOXvDcbElX8UbT0b3ztpWJ500waeg_2EXl2cSEC583b4XugrQQT9Gz55_KUiNknvHgCsgjijQxgXSfzh0Fpo3_pAEDQfg/s1600-h/gpc_work_large_375.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOY_MyvpuW9r8QYkOo6czsemTljB3oWLD4DVHnvjpdUEHJlOXvDcbElX8UbT0b3ztpWJ500waeg_2EXl2cSEC583b4XugrQQT9Gz55_KUiNknvHgCsgjijQxgXSfzh0Fpo3_pAEDQfg/s400/gpc_work_large_375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130117931525240706" /></a><center><small>John Chamberlain, <i>Dolores James</i>, 1962, welded and painted steel, 72 1/2 x 101 1/2 x 46 1/4 inches, <a href="http://www.guggenheimcollection.org/site/artist_work_lg_29_1.html">Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum</a></small></center><br /><br>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-91214854475477725802007-11-05T05:53:00.000-08:002007-11-07T07:24:45.960-08:00"...but this could never be like Kansas"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASQkPMPkGFqyntrTcH0KfI9LKNzjaYYpeC60oOpQy8op5dnetC-BN9GTLWB-_sDwMjoV9kopa6sZPVY9s2sRqjrx2O4kGw8ICdkb2fRhHH9GNtun2OiHJdgqVzikKEyt1Pt5M9mlwsA/s1600-h/Kansas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASQkPMPkGFqyntrTcH0KfI9LKNzjaYYpeC60oOpQy8op5dnetC-BN9GTLWB-_sDwMjoV9kopa6sZPVY9s2sRqjrx2O4kGw8ICdkb2fRhHH9GNtun2OiHJdgqVzikKEyt1Pt5M9mlwsA/s400/Kansas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129354458138703730" /></a><small>National Geographic <a href="http://www.princeton.edu/~howarth/304.Projects/Scott/Pages/maps.html">Road Maps</a> from 1956 (Kansas)</small><br /><br><br />True <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstate_Highway_System">cross-country interstates</a> like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstate_80">Interstate 80</a> did not yet exist when Kerouac made the trek he describes in <i>On The Road</i> in the 1950s. National Geographic Road Maps from 1956 reveal the complex and intricate system of roads Kerouac navigated.<br /><br /><small>Bridget Scott, <i><a href="http://www.princeton.edu/~howarth/304.Projects/Scott/Pages/home.html">The Tenor of the Times - Jack Kerouac and the Era of the 1960s</a></i>. Os "links" não fazem parte do texto original</small><br /><br /><br>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022872421166852510.post-72804517351417365092007-11-04T16:23:00.000-08:002007-11-05T03:31:45.076-08:00Mapa<div align="justify">Este mapa é, aparentemente, do Diário pessoal de Jack Kerouac e mostra o itinerário da sua viagem de Julho a Outubro de 1947. Serviu mais tarde de referência para a escrita do livro “<em>On the Road</em>” . Ver mais <a href="http://strangemaps.wordpress.com/2007/04/03/98-on-the-road-map-kerouac-">aqui</a>.</div><div align="justify"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3yI0MrJSEIQ09H8rshjhOVtyCWw1UltiV_0sQXNBi7xYZRj6sdCKFUcQeok3glvTNlF2Cq-1rukitgaeCV40UCe2LPZCth7zOeWZpzYy8IZpSEhpmGoPf1vJ9ASoSAUPrifu3wtNVg/s1600-h/mapa.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129145692663347042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj3yI0MrJSEIQ09H8rshjhOVtyCWw1UltiV_0sQXNBi7xYZRj6sdCKFUcQeok3glvTNlF2Cq-1rukitgaeCV40UCe2LPZCth7zOeWZpzYy8IZpSEhpmGoPf1vJ9ASoSAUPrifu3wtNVg/s400/mapa.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div>project on the road: remembering kerouac. exhbition: 9 November - 1 December Lisbon, Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17218216590524912335noreply@blogger.com0