Last night I went to bed thinking how Jack Kerouac got his style. Being a East Coaster, I concluded he got Poe, Hawthorn, Irving, and Emerson in there – now add the Fog Machine. I awoke and googled Kerouac, King Arthur, and the Holy Grail. I found a letter from Cassidy that is called the Holy Grail, but, no connection with the ‘King of Beats’ and ‘King Arthur’ and thus when I post this copyrighted post, the connection will be on the WWW.
“Anal nathrach, orth’ bhais’s bethad, do che’l de’nmha.” “Serpent’s breath, charm of death and life, thy omen of making.”
I found an article that said it was a “blasphemy” the King’s Scroll, his, Excalibur, is being auctioned off at Christies. Then I found Cassidy’s infamous letter about a woman that he sent to Jack. This letter is The Mist Machine like we see Merlin make for Luther in the movie, Excalibur. It is written in an – altered state – caused by the mandrake root, or, a witches brew.
Peter Shapiro, who played at the first Acid Test with his band The Marbles, told me Neal Cassidy hopped in the car for home. The rock band that became The Loading Zone were living together. Neal commandeered a mattress in the hall, and gave a non-stop discourse for a week – high on speed! The Zone had the Fog Machine – right there!
“You should have stuck a mike in his face and sold an album.” I suggested to Peter.
“I didn’t quite get who he was. I knew he was famous. Only later was I filled in.” Says Peter, who then told me about Mike Wilhelm of the Charlatans.
Rena Eaton nee’ Christensen is The Queen of the Road Trippers. She drove in the car of a twenty-six year old man who was a Satanist, from Grand Island Nebraska, to Venice California where he called the Muscle Beach guys “Fags” and they beat him up and put him in the hospital. Then Rena gets in Brain Purvis’ car with me, and we drive up to Oakland. There is a attempted kidnapping on Pismo Beach. Brian, Keith, and James Harkins headed to New York and got busted in Effingham. A year later we drove with Max to go to the trial. Christine was with us. She was our common girlfriend who had a crush on Bill Graham. She is the ‘Last Beat of the Village. Then we left in President Eisenhower to drive Rena back home. I ran amuck in Winnemucca when my car -died!
A photograph of my truck ‘Big Blue’ popped up on my facebook memory. I threatened to drive it to Nebraska – and take Rena on a Road Trip to Alaska. Here are some videos I made looking for the Holy Grail and Ken Kesey’s cottage. I made a video of my reading of Rena’s poem backed up by Kenny Reed’s Jazz band. Ken played with Ken Babbs on several occasions.
A friend titled this blog The New On The Road Scroll, because it keeps going, keeps, rolling, along. Jack’s book end with the Ol Manifest Destiny written by my kin, Senator Benton, and Washington Irving, who were funded by John Astor who made a Beaver Trail to China.
Above is a Pic of Big Blue in the Delta Campground on the McKenzie. I wanted to take Belle on a Road Trip, and, would have taken my daughter on one. Both Beauties were captured by Witches – who hate Road-Trippers. They want mankind to standstill and succumb to their evil spells. Dean Moriarty is….The Artful Dodger!
In this video you hear Izzy ask;
“Can she be my muse too.” I read poems with Izzy for years. I asked Marilyn’s daughter to read Rena’s poem. She broke out in song. He mother sand with her husband. As to the Control Freaks who have done all they could to CONTROL HALT&DESTROY my Grail Mission….
I found my videos of My Road Trip in search of the Lost City of Fairmont, and The Lost Road to Winnemucca.
“No control freaks,” Sunshine Kesey said. “Keep it loose. Dad encouraged randomness.”
Dogs and kids romped, mostly ignoring the trampled blackberry vines. Characters milled about – young neo-hippies, one of whom unslung a mandolin to sing “All You Need Is Drugs”; a documentary film crew; silver-bearded Prankster Izzy Whetstine in Technicolor tie-dye: Zane Kesey in purple tie-dye of his own; and Phil Dietz, who calls himself the last Prankster and who tapped a hand drum as people strained on the ropes and chains.
I began a psychic search for you, to feel where you were. What had become of you? I wondered if you were held a prisoner of a abusive and crazy man who had to have you all to himself. I saw that you were in a very dark dungeon. I wanted to free you. I was heart broken when I could not. I have never known such emotions. I don’t know if anyone ever has. I had to stop working on your portrait.
I told my childhood sweetheart about your visits. We concluded you had a very abusive childhood, and were a prisoner of that abuse. Marilyn was abused by her father and we have helped each other break the bars to our cells.
Sometimes when I got ‘Big Blue’ out on the highway I make a left turn in my mind, and come to Nebraska to get you. And then we head to Alaska where we build our cabin. Have you ever wanted to build a house from scratch? Do you wear blue overalls?
The Joan Anderson Letter, it turns out, was not missing. Rather, it was mislaid for 60 years. The letter was rediscovered in 2012 after the death of record producer Jack Spinosa; he got it from a colleague named Richard Emerson, who ran a small publishing company called Golden Goose Press. The story of its disappearance and emergence is a shaggy dog tale in its own right. “The holy grail of Beat literature,” Beat Museum founder Jerry Cimino calls it. But maybe there’s another way to think about this story, in terms of legacy.
Since the letter was found, after all, it has been a source of litigation and bad blood. “Some people,” emails Michael McQuate, a San Francisco collector who claims to have been present the night the letter was discovered, “have come up with the idea that this particular Letter is cursed.” Certainly, there have been claims and counterclaims—the first attempt to auction the letter (eventually, there were three of them) was canceled because of challenges from the Kerouac and Cassady estates.
Kerouac, in his way, foresaw the whole thing. “Now listen,” he said in 1968, “this letter would have been printed under Neal’s copyright, if we could find it, but as you know, it was my property as a letter to me.” Fifty years later, as part of her PowerPoint, Cassady’s oldest daughter showed a portrait by the artist Frank Ware in which the lines of her father’s face are etched in words from the letter, as if the language was literally rippling off his shoulders and his head.
“It’s tragic because Kerouac changed the history of literature. The book was responsible for altering the way people wrote and thought about society.”
David Sandison, a London author who has written biographies of Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway and is working with Mrs Cassady on the first modern biography of Neal Cassady, said: “It’s a great shame if the scroll is going to pass into monied hands and be owned by somebody who just wants another notch on their bedpost.”
‘All that road going …’
How the novel ends: “… So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old, broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it … just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty … I think of Dean Moriarty.”
For two years I have been contemplating a treatment for a movie based upon my experiences with my muse, Rena Easton. After she sent me her infamous letter, my plan was to complete my book ‘Capturing Beauty’ and give her and her husband much of the proceeds. Rena tells me her husband has sustained injuries that might end his career as a rancher. Rena also has been injured, and works as a janitor. She tells me how exhausted she is, and, she is getting old. I saved her when she was seventeen, and want to save her again. My connection to Ian Flemming, and her marriage to British Commodore, Sir Ian Easton, is a shoe-in for a Bondish-like flick. But even more inspired to me, is Ben Affleck is about to sign to do a sequel to ‘The Accontant’ .
The Janitor is about a young woman named Sabrina, who goes to live with her beautiful sister in Washington D.C. who modeled before some of the wealthiest and most powerful women in the world. Monica was approached by the CIA, and became a spy. When Monica got work for Sabrina, and when she walked the runway, she was recruited by a British spy, a member of MX13. Some very wealthy Lords of Parliament were being blackmailed. They were being compromised. Some of them appear to have been murdered. The one thing they had in common, was their grandmothers had been American Citizens. Several maids, or cleaning women were suspects. The thing they had i common, was they danced for the Royal Ballet. They had been trained by a Russian master named Pauline. Some of these cleaning ladies were marrying Russian oil tycoons.
The studio is also in negotiations to bring back screenwriter Bill Dubuque, director Gavin O’Connor, and producers Lynette Howell Taylor and Mark Williams for the untitled project.
“The Accountant” also starred Anna Kendrick, J.K. Simmons, Jon Bernthal, Jeffrey Tambor, John Lithgow, and Cynthia Addai-Robinson. The storyline followed a small-town certified public accountant with high-functioning autism who makes his living uncooking the books of criminal organizations.
Deputy Sheriff, Dan Mayland, owns one of the strangest incidents in the history of police work. One dark evening, Rena Easton entered the Sheriff’s Office in Bozeman Montana, and emptied the contents of a brown paper bag on the counter of the Justice Center. Rena demanded Justice. Deputy Dan was looking at my letter to my Lost Flame, torn in myriad bits. She then whipped out a copy of my letter that she duplicated from memory. The piece de resistance’ was the copy of the letter she composed on Christmas Eve, and sent to me. It was written in her perfect way. She is like a human typewriter. None of the letter, touch. The blue paper, is lined.
Dan told me this when he called me in Oregon and said Rena filed a stalking order against me. I asked him if Rena called before she came in. She did not. She came in cold, with her evidence. I asked Dan if he thought her advanced memory and cognitive skills was believable to him.
“How do you know that is what I wrote her, and, she did not make it up? I would have to see her copy. And, what about her letter to me. Do you believe a ballerina for the Royal Academy would end up being a Janitor? Do you know her alleged husband?”
“No. We never met.”
“Did you find anything in my alleged letter that was alarming and dangerous?”
Dan would later offer…….
“There’s no accounting for the scorn of a woman. You know how woman are.”
I had to laugh! No! Now man knows what this scorn is, and why. Dan understood I was gazing upon the mountain wild flowers, when I stepped in a bear trap. He knew I was a gonner. No one would hear my cries echoing down to the valley floor. This was no country for crybabies. You’re going to have to take your punishment like a man.
I showed Rena’s letter to Marilyn who was held hostage by her ex-boyfriend, a Native American Artist, who had spent time in prison. He cut her phone line, kicked down her door, and raped her. Marilyn called me from a woman’s shelter. Then, this psycho called me – after I talked to the police. M had dropped her restraining order after he tortured her. He was in her house. They could not remove him. I made threats. He had a crazy friend. I had my friend in Oakland come up and get me. I moved out of the state. Marilyn disappeared for two years.
I have done a lot of work with co-dependency. M and I have talked at length about her allowing herself to be taken Hostage in her relationships. I asked her if she thought Rena was prone to do this because of her childhood abuse. She thought this might be the case. When Rena’s twenty-six year old boyfriend came to take her back to Nebraska, she chose to be with me. They had engaged in dark sex. I was healing her. But, I was like a hostage taker. We lived like outlaws in the woods in a tent. I was homeless. I am reminded of the movie ‘Badlands’.
Rena’s grandmother thanked me for taking good care of her when I called. This abused child was sent to live with her father’s mother, I assume to get her away from her alcoholic father who held Rena and her brother, James, hostage. Because we suffer from PTSD and can not grasp what happened to us, we recreate our abusive environment. We will pick our Jailors. Rena chose well. Her letter is a cry for help. However, you are not supposed to hear that cry. If you offer help in any way, you are going to get it. You will be rebuked. You will become The Villain.
What is amazing, is Dan has made a career ib helping abused children. He come to their rescue. How could he ever forget our letters, that were coauthored by children still held prisoner. Rena never mentioned her mother. The rule is “the mother always knows”. Why didn’t she come to the rescue of her children?
“I have worked as a janitor for thirteen years. It amuses me a little bit that I have become such a red-neck woman. I’m no longer young and pretty. I guess I am something else now. I have a million poems memorized. I can always gage my highs and lows by my focus, and my desire and ability to recite them whilst vacuuming at work. My mind can roam free there, but I do get ever so tired, and bored, lonely as well. I love my boos, Pauline. She is very professional, very tough, but ever so kind. I enjoy manual labor.”
The Movie Begins
Sabrina is vacuuming the office of United Airlines at the Bozeman airport. We can barely make out what she is saying. The camera comes closer. For those in the know Sabrina is reciting ‘The Masque of Anarchy’ by Percy Bysshe Shelly. She is feeling good today, even – chipper. He cadence is perfect. She is harmonizing with her vacuum cleaner that sounds like a bagpipe.
Now there is the music from Swan Lake, and Sabrina is transformed. Dressed in black she is sending powerful leg kicks into the groin of the men who have come to stop her. There is a cadence of groans. There is a faint smile on Sabrina lips as she recalls how badass she was when she was young. She raises her voice!Stand ye calm and resolute,Like a forest close and mute,With folded arms and looks which areWeapons of unvanquished war.And if then the tyrants dare,Let them ride among you there;Slash, and stab, and maim and hew;What they like, that let them do.With folded arms and steady eyes,And little fear, and less surprise,Look upon them as they slay,Till their rage has died away:Then they will return with shame,To the place from which they came,And the blood thus shed will speakIn hot blushes on their cheek:Rise, like lions after slumberIn unvanquishable number!Shake your chains to earth like dewWhich in sleep had fallen on you:Ye are many—they are few!”
Sabrina feels her cellphone vibrating on he beating heart. It is Pauline. She has a cleaning job for her in the Ukraine. She goes into the Janitor’s Closet to change into her international flight outfit. A limousine picks her up. She calls her husband, Wayne Rogers a.k.a. Buck Rogers, and leaves a message telling him she had to work late. The camera pans the house. There is no evidence a man lives there.
In the air, Sabrina begins to recite the essay on Hostage Taking she has committed to memory. There are flashbacks. Landing in Odessa, there is another limousine wafting for her. She prepares herself, goes into he warm-up routine by reciting the janitor job description. This induces an out-of-body experience which allows her to detache. She is just doing her job.
I want Sarah Douglas to play the older Sabrina, but, she must not overact. She should live with Rena for two weeks, and watch her expressions, note the energy she produces. She needs to relearn how to movie her body, and, be a dancer. Rena and Sarah are the same age. With diamond jewelry, Sarah is transformed from an old maid to a wealthy dowager. She is introduced to her understudy played by………………….”