Driving down the road at speeds up to 59mph for long...boring...straight...stretches of I-5 between Portland and the city of Eugene, I listen to books on CD to keep me awake.
"And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks," is a novel by Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs. Using assumed names for all the characters and a fictionalized version of an event that shaped the beat poets, it is a very interesting novel. It is about the murder of David Kammerer by Lucien Carr in 1944. Damned good story.
Then I listened to one and a half CD's of "Naked Lunch" by William S. Burroughs. I love Burroughs "A Junky's Christmas" story, and figured this would be pretty cool, too. I got so disgusted by the imagery I had to turn it off, and I read about real stuff like genocide. I never heard shit so disgusting. I had the sense the Burroughs wrote that way (1959) to be the most shocking he could be in a novel. Folk give this book great praise, I could not listen to it anymore. And I still have about 60 miles to go!
Well, how about some community radio...some of the most boring country music with draggy type voices trying to lull me into lala land. ARGGHHH! OPB? blah blah blah blah...*snore* SHIT! I'M STILL DRIVING!
I know, nothing. The sound of the road. A dead eye stare from not getting enough sleep. That was the best idea of the day.
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