ELEGIAC BIRTHDAYS AMERICAN: JACK KEROUAC’S CENTENARY

Michael Carlson
10 min readAug 11, 2022
On The Road, cover art by Franz Kline

(Note: this piece was published originally at the estimable Arc Digital, back in March to mark the anniversary from which I take my starting point. Many thanks to my editor there, Berny Belvedere.)

Saturday marks the centenary of Jack Kerouac’s birth, March 12, 1922. I never forget it, or miss it, because it’s also my birthday. And now, because Ti-Jean is hitting his hundred, I’ve thought about him and me, and just how well I fit into a generation for whom his impact was both removed and diluted. I’ve felt the ebb tide of generational gap pulling me away from the sands on which were drawn his legacy. I’ve gone back to my youth, and questioned my sense he was already a figure from an out-of-date past. And over the years I’ve felt my Kerouac pulled apart by a rip tide: the strongest pull of all, being acclaimed a success by an America celebrating what they saw but could not see. It was a contradiction that killed him. The Beat poet Gregory Corso understood that implicitly; he’d been in the middle of it. Not long after Kerouac drank himself to death, 21 October 1969, Corso published Elegiac Feelings American, whose long title poem adopted an Allen Ginsberg-style line to mourn and celebrate the America which created Kerouac in its dreams and killed him with its reality:

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Michael Carlson

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