On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 4:33:25 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>
> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 10:19:29 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-02 3:58 p.m., Zod wrote:
> >> > [...]
> >> >
> >> >>>>>>>>>> Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> >> >
> >> >> The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> >> >
> >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> >> >
> >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> >> Wdll, you'll learn that everything in the books is wrong. For example,
> >> books will tell you that Kerouac turned to heavy drinking after /OTR/
> >> because he lost his privacy. It's only Bobby Burro's "friend" who'll let
> >> you know the real reason: that "Discovering that his most well known
> >> book spawned acolytes like you and Zod is the main reason why Jack
> >> Kerouac drank himself to death." (Yes, the "friend" specifically
> >> mentioned you and Will.) That's something you'll never read in a book,
> >> at least as long as the "unpublished manuscript"
>
> > I'm seriously thinking about visiting a friend in Kingston, Ontario sometime in early January 2023, George, perhaps we can discuss it then, face to face, man to man.
> Great, hopefully George Dance will ask you for details on the allegedly unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript, Robert.

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock

Spam-I-Am wrote:

> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > >
>> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> > >
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> > [...]
>> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
>> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
>> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
>> That's big news, if true.
>> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?

Robert Burrows wrote:

> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:39:22 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Zod wrote:
>> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george....@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago..
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work..
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six..
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> > [...]
>> >> > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
>> >> The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
>>
>> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
>>
>> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
>> Yes, the unpublished Kerouac manuscript is the most interesting detail.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 4:49:14 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:39:22 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Zod wrote:
> >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george....@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago..
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work..
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six..
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> > [...]
> >> >> > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> >> >> The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> >>
> >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> >>
> >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> >> Yes, the unpublished Kerouac manuscript is the most interesting detail..
>
> > I'm through treating you as anything but the retarded
> <Robert's fantasy trolling snipped>
>
> Good timing, just as you could have been giving us some details on the allegedly unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
>
> If such an item actually exists, of course.

On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:23:51 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:49:37 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > Sure, Pendragon, Robert mentioned this Jack Kerouac scholar that he said he knows, so of course I and other members of the group would like to know more about the person.
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> What do you want to know, Will?

Say, a title or some idea of the content.

The year Jack Kerouac supposedly wrote alleged unpublished manuscript would also be interesting to know.

For starters.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:14:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:23:51 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:49:37 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > > Sure, Pendragon, Robert mentioned this Jack Kerouac scholar that he said he knows, so of course I and other members of the group would like to know more about the person.
> > >
> > > HTH and HAND.
> > What do you want to know, Will?
>
> Say, a title or some idea of the content.
>
> The year Jack Kerouac supposedly wrote alleged unpublished manuscript would also be interesting to know.
>
> For starters.

I suppose it could be his ‘The Memory Babe’ workbook that he
wrote in April of 1958, while living in Northport, Long Island.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Ash Wurthing wrote:
>
> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > > >
> >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> > > > [...]
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> >> > > That's big news, if true.
> >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> >> > If true?
> >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>
> > Only to
>
> Typo corrected, see above.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:34:36 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:14:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:23:51 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:49:37 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >
> > > > Sure, Pendragon, Robert mentioned this Jack Kerouac scholar that he said he knows, so of course I and other members of the group would like to know more about the person.
> > > >
> > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > What do you want to know, Will?
> >
> > Say, a title or some idea of the content.
> >
> > The year Jack Kerouac supposedly wrote alleged unpublished manuscript would also be interesting to know.
> >
> > For starters.
> I suppose it could be his ‘The Memory Babe’ workbook that he
> wrote in April of 1958, while living in Northport, Long Island.

I'm asking Dave Moore and other Kerouac experts what they think about it, if anything.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:34:36 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:14:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:23:51 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:49:37 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >
> > > > > Sure, Pendragon, Robert mentioned this Jack Kerouac scholar that he said he knows, so of course I and other members of the group would like to know more about the person.
> > > > >
> > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > What do you want to know, Will?
> > >
> > > Say, a title or some idea of the content.
> > >
> > > The year Jack Kerouac supposedly wrote alleged unpublished manuscript would also be interesting to know.
> > >
> > > For starters.
> > I suppose it could be his ‘The Memory Babe’ workbook that he
> > wrote in April of 1958, while living in Northport, Long Island.
> I'm asking Dave Moore and other Kerouac experts what they think about it, if anything.

Well, there you go. You do that, and good luck to you.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> >
> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> > > > >
> > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> > > > >
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> > > > [...]
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > >> > If true?
> > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> >
> > > Only to
> >
> > Typo corrected, see above.
> It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > >
> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > > >
> > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> > > > >
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > >> > > > [...]
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
> > > >> > If true?
> > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > >
> > > > Only to
> > >
> > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
>
>
> HTH and HAND.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > >
> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > > >
> > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> > > > >
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > >> > > > [...]
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
> > > >> > If true?
> > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > >
> > > > Only to
> > >
> > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
>
>
> HTH and HAND.

Robert Burrows wrote:

> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
>> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
>> > >
>> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
>> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > >> > > > >
>> > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> > > >> > > > >
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> > > >> > > > [...]
>> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
>> > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
>> > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
>> > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
>> > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
>> > > >> > If true?
>> > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
>> > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>> > >
>> > > > Only to
>> > >
>> > > Typo corrected, see above.
>> > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
>> The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
>>
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:57:22 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > >
> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > >> > > > >
> > > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > >> > > > >
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > >> > > > [...]
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J..K. that we already have...?
> > > > >> > If true?
> > > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > >
> > > > > Only to
> > > >
> > > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> >
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> Speak for yourself. That may be the best you can do. That’s certainly not what I do.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:03:14 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> >> > >
> >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > >
> >> > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > >
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> > > >> > > > [...]
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> >> > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> >> > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> >> > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> >> > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
> >> > > >> > If true?
> >> > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> >> > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> >> > >
> >> > > > Only to
> >> > >
> >> > > Typo corrected, see above.
> >> > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> >> The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> >>
> >>
> >> HTH and HAND.
> > Talk about
>
> Right, anything to deflect from discussing your best friend and his claim to owning an allegedly unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript, Robert?
>
> We know.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:04:42 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:57:22 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur....@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > >> > > > [...]
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > > > >> > If true?
> > > > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > > >
> > > > > > Only to
> > > > >
> > > > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > > The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > >
> > >
> > > HTH and HAND.
> > Speak for yourself. That may be the best you can do. That’s certainly not what I do.
> You leave your errors uncorrected?

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:03:14 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> >> > >
> >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > >
> >> > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> > > >> > > > >
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> > > >> > > > [...]
> >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> >> > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> >> > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> >> > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> >> > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
> >> > > >> > If true?
> >> > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> >> > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> >> > >
> >> > > > Only to
> >> > >
> >> > > Typo corrected, see above.
> >> > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> >> The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> >>
> >>
> >> HTH and HAND.
> > Talk about
>
> Right, anything to deflect from discussing your best friend and his claim to owning an allegedly unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript, Robert?
>
> We know.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:12:39 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:04:42 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:57:22 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur....@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > > >> > > > [...]
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum.. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > > > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > > > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > > > > >> > If true?
> > > > > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > > > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > > > >
> > > > > > > Only to
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > > > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > > > The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > Speak for yourself. That may be the best you can do. That’s certainly not what I do.
> > You leave your errors uncorrected?
> I certainly don’t do what you do. If you haven’t seen what I do, then you haven’t been paying attention.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:24:21 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:12:39 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:04:42 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:57:22 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > > > >> > > > [...]
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > > > > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > > > > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > > > > > >> > If true?
> > > > > > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists..
> > > > > > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Only to
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > > > > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > > > > The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > Speak for yourself. That may be the best you can do. That’s certainly not what I do.
> > > You leave your errors uncorrected?
> > I certainly don’t do what you do. If you haven’t seen what I do, then you haven’t been paying attention.
> I remember when you wrote about "Best poets" when you meant "Beat poets", which was pretty funny.
>
> You probably deleted that post, though, as you usually did back then.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:30:01 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:24:21 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:12:39 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:04:42 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:57:22 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > > > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > > > > >> > > > [...]
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > > > > > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > > > > > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > > > > > > >> > If true?
> > > > > > > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > > > > > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > Only to
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > > > > > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > > > > > The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > > Speak for yourself. That may be the best you can do. That’s certainly not what I do.
> > > > You leave your errors uncorrected?
> > > I certainly don’t do what you do. If you haven’t seen what I do, then you haven’t been paying attention.
> > I remember when you wrote about "Best poets" when you meant "Beat poets", which was pretty funny.
> >
> > You probably deleted that post, though, as you usually did back then.
> I remember that too, and if that’s what you think, then that’s what you think.
> That tells people the type of person you are, and how you think of others..
> I can’t change how you think, or how other people think about what you write.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:42:38 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:30:01 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:24:21 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:12:39 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:04:42 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:57:22 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > [...]
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > > > > > > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > > > > > > > >> > If true?
> > > > > > > > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > > > > > > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > Only to
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > > > > > > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > > > > > > The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > > > Speak for yourself. That may be the best you can do. That’s certainly not what I do.
> > > > > You leave your errors uncorrected?
> > > > I certainly don’t do what you do. If you haven’t seen what I do, then you haven’t been paying attention.
> > > I remember when you wrote about "Best poets" when you meant "Beat poets", which was pretty funny.
> > >
> > > You probably deleted that post, though, as you usually did back then.
> > I remember that too, and if that’s what you think, then that’s what you think.
> > That tells people the type of person you are, and how you think of others.
> > I can’t change how you think, or how other people think about what you write.
> Good, I have no argument with that.
>
> HTH and HAND.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:42:38 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:30:01 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:24:21 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:12:39 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:04:42 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:57:22 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > >
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > [...]
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > > > > > > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > > > > > > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > > > > > > > >> > If true?
> > > > > > > > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > > > > > > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > Only to
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > > > > > > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > > > > > > The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > > > Speak for yourself. That may be the best you can do. That’s certainly not what I do.
> > > > > You leave your errors uncorrected?
> > > > I certainly don’t do what you do. If you haven’t seen what I do, then you haven’t been paying attention.
> > > I remember when you wrote about "Best poets" when you meant "Beat poets", which was pretty funny.
> > >
> > > You probably deleted that post, though, as you usually did back then.
> > I remember that too, and if that’s what you think, then that’s what you think.
> > That tells people the type of person you are, and how you think of others.
> > I can’t change how you think, or how other people think about what you write.
> Good, I have no argument with that.
>
> HTH and HAND.
Belly laughs are good in the morning. Keep 'em coming.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:10:40 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:03:14 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Robert Burrows wrote:
> >
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > >> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > >> > >
> > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > >> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > >> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur....@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> > > >> > > > >
> > >> > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> > > >> > > > >
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> > > >> > > > [...]
> > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > >> > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > >> > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > >> > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > >> > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
> > >> > > >> > If true?
> > >> > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > >> > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > >> > >
> > >> > > > Only to
> > >> > >
> > >> > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > >> > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh..
> > >> The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> HTH and HAND.
> > > Talk about
> >
> > Right, anything to deflect from discussing your best friend and his claim to owning an allegedly unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript, Robert?
> >
> > We know.
> Robert related a personal anecdote that you’ve distorted.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:53:25 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:10:40 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 6:03:14 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > Robert Burrows wrote:
> > >
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:53:02 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:49:03 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > >> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:35:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > >> > >
> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 8:09:44 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:32:25 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > >> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > >> > > >> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > >> > > >> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > > >> > > > >
> > > >> > > >> > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> > > >> > > > >
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places..
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > >> > > >> > > > [...]
> > > >> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > >> > > >> > > > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > >> > > >> > > > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > > >> > > >> > > That's big news, if true.
> > > >> > > >> > > > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
> > > >> > > >> > If true?
> > > >> > > >> Sure, unpublished Kerouac would be fantastic, if it exists.
> > > >> > > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
> > > >> > >
> > > >> > > > Only to
> > > >> > >
> > > >> > > Typo corrected, see above.
> > > >> > It’s funny how you do that so often, and it makes me laugh.
> > > >> The best we can do is correct our errors, try to learn from them, and move on.
> > > >>
> > > >>
> > > >> HTH and HAND.
> > > > Talk about
> > >
> > > Right, anything to deflect from discussing your best friend and his claim to owning an allegedly unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript, Robert?
> > >
> > > We know.
> > Robert related a personal anecdote that you’ve distorted.
> I did not.
>
> Robert mentioned an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript and I'd be interested in more details.
>
> No distortion at all.
> > People don’t generally appreciate that, and choose not to
> > discuss personal things with people who do that.
> That's Robert's choice.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Spam-I-Am wrote:
>
> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > >
> >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> > [...]
> >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> >> That's big news, if true.
> >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
>
> > If true?
>
> Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.