Mystic Babylon Revisited

This Book Is Dedicated To Jan Kerouac The Late Daughter Of Jack Kerouac Who I Knew Well In The 60'S 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 Kerouac'S 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 Don'T See All The Pieces Together Melded As One Demur Picture...We Seem So Separate But So Cock-Sure. Things Slip By Don'T 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.)