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Father. Husband. Writer. Teacher. Living in Shenzhen, China for the past 8 years. Don't want to talk politics here. Love movies and TV shows. Post gifs a lot. Loves to read me some books that are wrote real good - especially history.
Joined Aug 2018
Is it odd that every time I look someone on Wikipedia, I first check for that person's death? How he/she died? How old? How old he/she was when X was made?
Note: The most horrific death I've ever read was Jack Kerouac.
At eleven o'clock, on the morning of October 20, 1969, in St. Petersburg, Florida, Kerouac was sitting in his favorite chair drinking whiskey and malt liquor, working on a book about his father's print shop in Lowell, Massachusetts. He suddenly felt nauseated and walked to the bathroom, where he began to vomit blood. Kerouac was taken to a nearby hospital, suffering from an abdominal hemorrhage. He received several transfusions in an attempt to make up for the loss of blood, and doctors subsequently attempted surgery, but a damaged liver prevented his blood from clotting. He died at 5:15 the following morning at St. Anthony's Hospital, never having regained consciousness after the operation. His cause of death was listed as an internal hemorrhage (bleeding esophageal varices) caused by cirrhosis, the result of longtime alcohol abuse.[62][63] A possible contributing factor was an untreated hernia he suffered in a bar fight several weeks earlier.[64][65][66] He is buried at Edson Cemetery, Lowell, Massachusetts.[67]
Grave in Edson Cemetery, Lowell
At the time of his death, he was living with his third wife, Stella Sampas Kerouac, and his mother Gabrielle. Kerouac's mother inherited most of his estate.
He was honored posthumously with a Doctor of Letters degree from his hometown University of Massachusetts Lowell on June 2, 2007.[68]
What does a boy know but what’s in front of his face? The soft grass on the front lawn. Summer. Cars and trucks and the tit. Rain. What does a boy know but what he can remember? It was cold last night and people were arguing. Cars and trucks and the tit. There was no rain last night.
These are the sharpest that his mind will ever be for he had no words for them but remembers. If it is said that language is a curse for not being able to capture an essence then what can it be said of the same that nightmares get trapped in words and drop to the soil and filter back up to the clouds to come down again? A lover is remembered in words, that lost. The soft hand of the mother is remembered in words, that lost. But so are the marks of the inevitable future for the boy who is caught at the wrong and slight curve of the massive beast of history. Of which there are many. Of which are born again almost as much as the boy. These etches are never lost.
It is the boy’s wont that he will gravitate towards violence. Some will say that it is societal pressure but when they speak they do not listen to the fact that they ARE societal. They speak as an Oak on the shore but are leaves in the river. A big river been running mighty since the rain fell on the boy’s future. He of the downturned leaf meant to dip and remain submerged in the stream until a head comes up, his own, and races for the stem. To guide it, you see, but that is the myth of the river. The myth of one in the river is that guidance is there at all. The Oak gods smile and they laugh. The boy is a man upon hearing that perfect laughter. He will make another then.
I'm still reading a lot about Hitler/ WWII. Currently making my way through The Holocaust: A New History, by Laurence Rees, author of Hitler's Charisma, the last book. Some parallels are beyond striking. There were people who praised Hitler because he 'told it like it was', rather than follow the political mold of before. I'm most interested in how the average mind could be flipped to evil. I remember, I think this was in a documentary, that one of the first thing the Nazis did was give away radios, so that everyone could follow them. I suppose that before TV, a radio was like every social media site tied together in one big bow.
All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.
--Tennessee Williams
Father. Husband. Writer. Teacher. Living in Shenzhen, China for the past 8 years. Don't want to talk politics here. Love movies and TV shows. Post gifs a lot. Loves to read me some books that are wrote real good - especially history.
Joined Aug 2018
