Harold Norse the beat poet went into a home. His books were on the sidewalk this morning. I picked up Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, a Herman Hesse novel, some Scientology pamphelets and Moby Dick, which I’ve never read. There was a line in there, something along the lines of “if you’re gonna write a story about fish, you might as well make them talk like whales”. I like that one.
March 15, 2008
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Was the Hesse book, Narcissus and Goldmund? That’s my favorite.
Comment by J Landry — March 16, 2008 @ 5:41 am
There is something else in there about a gay beat poet going to live in a home. can’t place my finger on it. something. Though it did occur to me that maybe he had given up on poetry to become a Scientologist. something there.
Comment by al — March 16, 2008 @ 6:07 pm
That’s the one J-Rod. I haven’t read it yet. I remember Damian and Siddhartha, both of which I bet I just misspelled.
And Harold had tons of off beat religion books. And gay coming of age novels. Two space heaters. I took an old wood handled framing hammer and a flathead screwdriver. The dish rack was out there. Who takes an old dish drying rack?
Comment by Rolston — March 17, 2008 @ 8:21 am
The Glass Bead Game is the one to read. It’s the great study of duality. Though Narcissus and Goldmund is my #2 favorite. The Virgin Mary statue. The crippled girl in love with Goldmund. The plague that kills Goldmund’s master and his first lover (Whom he burns in a hut with his goat) The princess. The tragic end (riding away on a horse, falling into a brook, breaking a rib, then pretending not to be hurt until it is too late). Minor, petty emotions that forever drive Goldmund to his doom. Reminds me of someone…
It made me want to be a monk and it made me NOT want to be a monk.
But the Glass Bead Game has no equal. Pure genius.
Comment by oggy bleacher — March 17, 2008 @ 12:53 pm
I’ve never seen that one. I’ll look for it.
Comment by Rolston — March 21, 2008 @ 7:11 am