ABSTRACT
Davey, check out the stars in the few feet of sky visible to the oh-so-naked eye here in Auld Manhattoes, said Jack. They were walking down 8th Street with Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso, checking out old friends, rapping with strangers and hanging out in the style that was still the major source of Saturday night entertainment for most downtown New Yorkers during the twilight of the 1950s. The author might Scotch tape them on some gloomy Bowery wall, like Walt Whitman and Johnny Appleseed sowing seeds for future generations and sitting back in their rocking chairs as old men and watching someone discover them and become inspired. The author knows that others could experience the messages of these beautiful evocative poems, which sounded so spontaneous but were so beautifully crafted, capturing the essence of his experiences in Mexico.
