Neal..Pat? No, Neal.

So, slightly short post, however, large and powerful meaning. On the Road is going to be made into a movie, and guess who looks just like Neal Cassady? This guy. That's just silly, but i thought id throw it in there.. Now, the real question is if the story will stick to the book. The movie isn't being made off of the original scroll, so the characters all have the pseudonyms Kerouac used under the publisher. I've heard good things, except Kirsten Stewart as Camille.. (bleh) Anyway, I'm sure she will do just fine. This book has got to be my favourite of all time, and I just hope the movie is correct and just as interesting and adventure inspiring.

This guy's good.

 So, in recent light of my assignment for poetry, I chose to investigate my poet, Robert Pinsky, some more. I've read a handful of poems, and I am elated at how this guy ticks. He has a very logical sense of the world, and I feel a deep connection with his words. I had a little falling out with poetry and literature, but reading Pinsky has rejuvenated my interest in poetry. The poem below dictates exactly what I mean by world view. its a wonderful 30second read for anyone.

Stupid Meditation on Peace 

Insomniac monkey-mind ponders the Dove,

Symbol not only of Peace but sexual

Love, the couple nestled and brooding.

After coupling, the human animal needs

The woman safe for nine months and more.

But the man after his turbulent minute or two

Is expendable. Usefully rash, reckless

For defense, in his void of redundancy

Willing to death and destruction.

Monkey-mind envies the male Dove

Who equally with the female secretes

Pigeon milk for the young from his throat.

For peace, send all human males between

Fourteen and twenty-five to school

On the Moon, or better yet Mars.

But women too are capable of Unpeace,

Yes, and we older men too, venom-throats.

Here’s a great comic who says on our journey

We choose one of two tributaries: the River

Of Peace, or the River of Productivity.

The current of Art he says runs not between

Banks with birdsong in the fragrant shadows—

No, an artist must follow the stinks and rapids

Of the branch that drives the millstones and dynamos.

Is peace merely a vacuum, the negative

Of creation, or the absence of war?

The teaching says Peace is a positive energy.

Still something in me resists that sweet milk,

My mind resembles my restless, inferior cousin

Who fires his shit in handfuls from his cage.