And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away


            John Prine, “Paradise”



Jack Saunders

Garage Band Books

4809 East 3rd Street

Parker, FL 32404-7050


Copyright © 2015 by Jack L. Saunders, Jr.




Sunday, April 12


The Shakespeare Squadron


You can’t quit the Shakespeare Squadron, Jack.

That’s what William S. Burroughs told Jack Kerouac.

Writers get discouraged, and vow to quit.  But what else

are they going to do?  Watch The Galloping Gourmet

on television?  Die in a tract house in St. Petersburg,

Florida, of hemorrhaging esophageal varices?

His mother saying to Allen Ginsberg,

“Hitler should have finished the job.”

Belittling Jack for the money he made.

When he died, his income from writing

was $78 a month.  $64 a month?  Under $100 a month?

From a lifetime of writing?

Writing isn’t work.

It’s a sacred duty.





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