It is in such a church where Jack Kerouac once saw a strange vision of a floating hanging cross, and in such a moment of extreme satoria saw enlightenment and pictured the word beat to explain that worn out feeling a person gets when they have experienced the world, surviving the abyss of self and mind. They are then beaten, not defeated, but worn down in some final solitary anguish. Beat became a feeling and a state of mind. Beat launched a movement, capturing a space in time for the eteranl musical indentions of soul. Images flash by the mind when thinking of Beat.
Words appear with the brightness of a flash.
A shot rings out in the night, and words descend into nightmare. Such shots echo past the blackness of dawn, reminding us that some literary movements resound forever in the caverns of mind. This article coninues to review the book Nobody's Wife , and comments on how it relates to the beat literary movement. An Author A quick review of Nobody's Wife by Joan Kerouac. This piece continues the story of the earlier article, a game of chess with Allen Ginsberg, and explores themes concerning the beats, and the search for reasons and meaning behind the self destructive quality of so many wonderful American writers.