Today I was listening in my car to my itunes library in alphabetical order. In due time, I heard myself reading choruses 91-101 99 (or thereabouts) of Mexico City Blues. I wasn't even concerned with the various imperfections of my own reading; this is just an amazing stretch of poems. One chorus carries through to another, and you probably shouldn't pause between them, even.
It was an amazing 15 minutes. I hadn't remembered recording it, though I know I memorized one chorus of this section.
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OK, I'll read it. My whole family so disapproved of Kerouac as a person that I have not yet taken him seriously as a poet.
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