Triumphrat

Originally Posted by Sal Paradise

There are so many great lines in that story, but this one is my favorite-

"yuppie wanna-be Harley
type all dolled up in his Made in Pakistan official
Harley Motor Clothes leather "

That might even be a Haiku, gotta think about it. you should write for a living. Anyway, my handle is nowhere near as interesting but it was truly given to me. Sal Paradise is of course a real guy, in college we had to read " On the Road'. I ended up reading it, oh at least several times. Still have my battered old dime store copy and my friends and I would drive around and drink beer and the name stuck. Same first name so it was easy to keep.

But I love good prose. Here is a little from Jack Himself-
I could hear it rise from the rocks in a groaning wush ululating with the
water, sprawlsh, sprawlsh, oom, oom, zoooo, all night long the river says
zooo, zooo, the stars are fixed in rooftops like ink. Merrimac, dark name,
sported dark valleys: my Lowell had the great trees of antiquity in the
rocky north waving over lost arrowheads and Indians scalps, the pebbles
on the slatecliff beach are full of hidden beads and were stepped on
barefoot by Indians. Merrimac comes swooping from a north of eternities,
falls pissing over locks cracks and froths on rocks, bloth, and rolls frawing
to the kale….

Good Stuff.

Sal