Mystic Babylon Revisited

This book is dedicated to Jan Kerouac the late daughter of Jack Kerouac who I knew well in the 60s in Yelapa Mexico with the hippies 30 miles from any road. She lived in a thatched hut next to mine there. I remember seeing later in the English Mexico City News Jack Kerouacs Daughter Jan Kerouac has disappeared whereabouts unknown. The first poem in the book is a poem I wrote to the spirit of Jan. Here is a small quote from that poem: We know the significance of us being a piece of the big puzzle but we dont see all the pieces together melded as one demur picture...we seem so separate but so cock-sure. Things slip by dont they Jan? My memory is flashing...this wheel is on fire! The first chapter of her Memoirs Baby Driver is like a recording tape of everything she had echoed to me in casual conversation. I think she thought things out in plots from the very beginning. You can find out more about me by going to: http: //sanfranciscopoetry.blip.tv http: //mysticbabylon.podomatic.com http: //littlebirdtoldme.podomatic.com http: //poetryhotel.podomatic.com (A collaboration of videos with poetess friend Clara Hsu) http: //writerunion.podomatic.com (Unofficial San Francisco Writers Union videos produced by me.)