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Kerouacian Birthday Celebrant...hats off to, John Sinclair, 10/02/1941.

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Fall Family Fun Agape

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Welcome to, Salutations from,  Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,

an online magazine published weekly, tackling the hard hitting current events,

sharing photos of sunshine and lollipops and...

A flashback to a BVUC Direct Action

Clothing Drive to UM Economic Mission,

Salem Township, Strong, ME

Next action, October 14, 2023.

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and the one blog in billions that dares to tell it like it is and presents...

Lowell Celebrates Kerouac Weekend

35th Anniversary

October 5 - 9, 2023

A Travelogue in Words and Pictures

     Every Columbus - Indigenous Peoples Day Weekend since 1988 the Kerouacian Nation

descends on Lowell Massachusetts to honor her son, Jean Luis Kerouac, Jack Kerouac,

walking and bus tours of the sites and sounds of Jack's life and novels based in the

Merrimack River Valley.

     From all over the globe they attend, lectures, films, gallery showings, jazz shows, and

open mics, hobnobbing, rubbing elbows with fellow subterranean types, air fragrant with

tobacco and marijuana smoke, Old Worthen House serving Poetic Snacks and adult beverages;

the Worthen, haunt of literary types since the 1800's, Poe, Dickens, Kerouac, and many more

darkened their door for a pint or two.

     All around downtown events are happening and happening events they are, too, finger

snaps echo down the corridors of history, resurrecting lost neighborhoods and times of the

Mill City, birthplace of Jack, where he returned many times from the road, his final ride

in the back of a long black Cadillac hearse to Edson Cemetery where he rests in eternal

peace, his friends joining he and Neill at the Great Poetry Reading in the Sky over the

ensuing years, names are spoken with reverence and words are recited in memory, sixty-six

years since On the Road first blasted onto the scene and the Beat Goes On.

    Why does Kerouac Matter...? If one has to ask, one hasn't read any of Jack's books,

poetry, or plays; may we suggest starting with, Maggie Cassidy, Visions of Gerard, 

Mexico City Blues, or, better yet, Vanity of Duluoz, a very funny book.  Possibly available

at your friendly, your local, your friendly, local, library...or not, depends on how the Head

Librarian feels about Beat Writers and other Controversial Publications, if it's Banned...

BUY IT! READ IT! SHARE IT!

     Over 5 strange days, Da Butcha and DaS Ginger Mann and their Beat Luvin' Friends,

celebrated Kerouac and did so much, we can't fit it all in one blog, there's over 400 photos

to choose from and most of them are keepers...  We'll split the weekend across a few posts.

     Let us begin this journey without further ado, a Day Road Trip to Western Mass...

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Thursday, October 5, 2023

Trust Me, I've Tried

(Smoke Inn Blues)

Pome of Ascent

Can't overdose on weed

one can smoke-smoke-smokety-smoke

munch-munch-munchety-munch

and get high as fuck indeed

yet, no matter how much you toke

or gobble down as infused lunch

you cannot overdose on weed

only fall asleep with one too many'a poke

and get fat from the munchies punch

one just can't OD on weed.

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Greenfield Agape 400' Above Sea Level

for Emerson, Tennyson, and Whitman

Poem of Peaking

Early Autumn moderate hike

tres amigos hump along wooded path

onward, upward, to Poet's Seat Tower

memorial stone edifice

concrete levels, diamond plate steps,

wrought iron spiral staircase

au natural stair stepper workout

sweat beads, breath caught tower top

grand sights from lower landings,

spectacular views from pinnacle

valley spreads out, soccer pitch

neighborhoods, mountainous horizons,

early foliage peeps 'tween green

descend admiring graffiti

neon colours, black, white tags

indecipherable non-artistic...

penis outline silhouette 2nd floor

NOW That's ART!             NOT!

Side path to rock benches

granite carved with memories

clifftop panoramic scene

suck up Summer sunshine heat

vitamin D, UV Rays, forest scents

breathe deep Local Skunk fresh air

rest stop post uphill - tower climb

crickets chirp in brush

pine trees laden with cones

oaks bearing acorns, wild flowers,

bounty of ultra wet season

hawk circles overhead hunting

dark choco-peanut butter square

melty sweet pick 'em up bits

finger lickin' tasty good snack

tres muchachos meditate, chillax...

Take to sloping auto road

stroll back to Pumpkin Carriage

refreshed.

Words of Parting

The view from below

flag waves, leaves fall, breeze does blow,

clifftop Poet's Seat

great green space, quiet, kept neat,

a beautiful place to go...

a beautiful place to go.

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On the way back to the Think Tank, back tracking along Mass State Route 2, a side trip through

Turner's Falls, and an impromptu stop at a random Cannabis Dispensary for a great deal on

prerollies, 5 $10 1 grammers for $40, a back parking lot bahgain if ever we saw one;

we bought 5 for the rest of the weekend, plus the Lazy River Products previously purchased,

we were loaded for bear!

Yogi Bear, he's a big toker, chronic munchies, thus, picnic basket thievery.

And onto the unavoidable...

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What Day Road Trip on Kerouac Weekend would be complete without a stop at

the Edson Cemetery, Lowtown, Taxachusetts...?

None.

And so our intrepid trio visited with Jack for a poke, a reading of Da Butcha Originals,

and inspirational advice critique...

One Version

Slip into your clothes

you'll never wear

put the ring in my nose

you'll naught be aware

for your selfie I pose

because...you're not there...

you're not there...

earth's current events

science fiction prophesies

the future is now

the future is now.

Ti Jean and DaS Mann listen intently.

Da Butcha intently listens to his Masters Voice in the Sounds of Silence.

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Edson Cemetery Artsy-Fartsy Early Sunset Shadows and Light Pix

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Then onto DaS Pad for a Crock Pot Pork Loin Dinner

decompression and a movie,

an' den...

T'Bone delivered safely back to his basement apartment in Dracule.

That concludes, Thursday, October 5, 2023,

tune in again for the next day, Friday,

when the Poetry begins in earnest.

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Parting Shots

Foliage Shadows and Light Studies

The Poet's Seat from the auto road; "We visited the Tower and...WE LOVED IT!"

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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much,

The Beloved & Heaven Blessed

Merrimack River Valley Poet,

Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,
Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park

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Dionysus offering Brother Coyote a chalice of Amherst Absinth;

"I'll alter my poetic state with a shot!" Coyote barks.

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Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk

since January 7, 2021

just a toddler in blog years.

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