And daddy won't you take me back to
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”
Garage Band Books
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Copyright © 2015 by Jack L. Saunders, Jr.
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.