- Title: Mexico City Blues. 242 Choruses (RSMediaItalia Modern Classics Illustrated Edition)
- Author: Jack Kerouac
- ISBN: null
- Page: 314
- Format: Kindle Edition
Mexico City Blues is a poem published by Jack Kerouac in 1959 composed of 242 choruses or stanzas In his own words, Kerouac wanted to be known as a jazz poet and with this book he sought to write in a way consistent with how a musician would play jazz Mexico City Blues, incorporates all the elements of his theory of spontaneous composition Memories, fantasies, dreams,Mexico City Blues is a poem published by Jack Kerouac in 1959 composed of 242 choruses or stanzas In his own words, Kerouac wanted to be known as a jazz poet and with this book he sought to write in a way consistent with how a musician would play jazz Mexico City Blues, incorporates all the elements of his theory of spontaneous composition Memories, fantasies, dreams, and surrealistic free association are all lyrically combined in the loose format of the blues to create an original and moving epic I want to be considered a jazz poet blowing a long blues in an afternoon jam session on Sunday I take 242 choruses my ideas vary and sometimes roll from chorus to chorus or from halfway through a chorus to halfway into the next A spontaneous bop prosody and original classic literature Allen Ginsberg Kerouac calls himself a jazz poet There is no doubt about his great sensitivity to language His sentences frequently move into tempestuous sweeps and whorls and sometimes they have something of the rich music of Gerard Manley Hopkins of Dylan Thomas The New York Herald Tribune
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It took me years to get beyond the Beat myth and see these poems for what they are; some of the most joyful, goofy and affecting writings of the last century. Kerouac wrote all 242 choruses--one per notebook page--over six weeks in 1955. His improvised word-jazz was at its peak; the poems are fresh and spontaneous but rarely sloppy (try it yourself if you don't believe me). The Buddhist leanings are a little simple-minded, but simplicity is part of the point. Kerouac combines a love for made-up [...]
Svaki put kad se kaznim i pročitam nešto proizašlo iz prepotentnog mozga i pisaće mašine Jacka Kerouaca prisjetim se što znači nekvalitetno pisanje (u bilo kojem obliku).Čovjek bi pomislio kako netko tko je izrazito loš prozaik možda ima neke nade u poeziji, ali Kerouac ima barem jedan talent, a taj je da je sranje u svemu što ima veze s pisanjem. Jebalo te ''spontano pisanje'' i ''senzorne meditacije'', Jean.
Listen, I've read a lot of poetry, especially studying English Literature for so many years. Dickinson, Frost, Shakespeare, Whitman, William Carlos Williams, Eliot. Carver, Bukowski, Bly, Hoaglund, Glück, Cisneros, Nick Flynn. I've read Kerouac's three most popular novels, being On the Road (have read this three times), Dharma Bums, and Big Sur. Love him or hate him, he's a master beat novelist in the "stream of consciousness" style. But his poetry? Grade A Shit.In college, the professors expla [...]
I finished my Extended Essay! Hence, I finished this. At first, I won't lie, I was kinda reserved towards the poem. They just looked like random words strewn together on a page. Poems are supposed to be pleasantly musical, in some shape or another. However, after the extensive research that came with writing my monster essay, there is no denying Kerouac's inherent musicality in his poems. The erratic, spontaneous, improvisational feel of jazz is vividly latent in all of these choruses. Good job [...]
one of kerouac's finest moments for it's differency. open to any page and engage. hare rama. hallelujah. mexico. new orleans. sweet denver.jack will always be cliche to one demographic and a god to another. an innovator too plagiarized today, in the same vein that bob dylan stole from woody g before the trend had been set. be ahead of your time, but not too ahead of it.fame always leads to critics. kerouac was probably an asshole, but i have a special place in my heart for anyone who lived out t [...]
I think the thing with JK is finding the diamond in the "rough" between the free flow. Try not to think to hard about what your reading but let it speak to you in your own way does that make any sense?
do you like poetry? dreams? me too. so does Jack. let's go sit on the roof now.
This is the greatest work of poetry I've ever read. It's pure freedom of form, hypnotic meters, and chasmic depth inspired me to be a writer for the rest of my life.
At moments brilliant but mostly drug addled crap, Mexico City Blues is Jack Kerouac's career in microcosm. There are times when his poetry and prose are truly great, when he can incite or captivate or evoke a sensation like a master, but most of the time he is a hack. I know, I know, y'all love him and think he is a literary god, but he really isn't. He and his friends (he is no Ginsberg or Ferlengetti, after all) came at a moment when they could do anything they wanted with no worries about edi [...]
Kerouac wrote his volume of poetry "Mexico City Blues" during the summer of 1955 while living in Mexico City. During this time, he also wrote his sad and still underappreciated short novel, "Tristessa" Tristessa [TRISTESSA] [Paperback]. "Mexico City Blues" had a difficult history. Kerouac's friend, Lawrence Ferlinghetti of City Lights Press, rejected the book for publication in 1956. In 1959, Grove Press published the work. Then, in November, 1959, the poet Kenneth Rexroth published a devastatin [...]
I think i was reading this at a bar in Belfast as I sipped my first Guinness on (Northern)Irish land(not my first Gunness by any means, just the first one in the Irelands). It was either this or Dr.Sax, and if it was Dr.Sax then i must've read this in Switzerland. Either way, if you like Kerouac you will probably find something you like here.
the obsession with Buddhism does kind of get annoying, but good poetry overall.favorites: 6, 16, 17, 24, 25, 33, 34, 49, 64, 66, 67, 69, 70, 72, 80, 110, 111, 113, 123, 131, 143, 168, 176, 184, 187, 190, 192, 198, 202, 204, 206, 209, 211, 212, 226, 227, 228, 242
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So, I had to read this book for a class on Beat writers and writing. Not sure I would have read it otherwise. That being said, I didn't hate this - but honestly, I think Kerouac is better at writing prose than poetry.Mexico City Blues is, to put it simply, Kerouac's ruminations on a variety of subjects while he was hiding in Mexico City in 1955. Lots of reflections on religion (Buddhism in particular), existentialist sorts of questions, jazz, and personal, autobiographical events. If these subje [...]
The poetry was difficult to say the least. It often seemed to be just words for words sake. Having said that there were many moments of lyrical genius and some beautiful images evoked in an interesting way. i think that it will benefit from repeated readings.
My third read book from the Beat Generation is probably the last book. The rule-breaking, rhythmic and reflective poetry is a different language. The style is different from anything else I've ever read, but there's religious questions answered, however, there's more questions formed and unanswered and it's almost incomplete. It's like Charlie Parker's story needs to be told, through reflections. Kerouac would've done better omitting the most repetitious parts of the book and writing about Aztec [...]
J'ai lu la version anglaise, mais je ne pu pas trouver la sur GoodReads.Hot garbage. Les detritus chaudes. Maybe this passed for poetry in the late 50s, but these days we just call it Wernicke's aphasia.
Loose, spontaneous verses don't seem to be my cup of tea. None of the choruses grabbed me, although sporadically there were some good lines.
Lovely work of art
Chorus: 34, 64, 83, 228, 157, 132 & 113
Kerouac's poetry is the perfect expression of both his musicality and his spirituality.
Urging toward what the author calls "saylessness," this is writing that swings and blows with the improvisational style of the jazz chorus. There's dope, spittle, adrenaline, joint pain, hot sweet moonlight, and someone who's read Sanskrit and is trying to sing it like it's sticking, and maybe get you to at the same time. He draws circles around nothing. See? Sure, you could read Suzuki on Zen in the fifties, but what the hell was America going to understand, share, or give you back? For me, the [...]
I picked this book up at a book store in Seattle about seven years ago. At first glance it didn't intrigue me like Kerouac's novels had at first glance. The other day I went on an binge and decided to go ahead and make a purchase of Mexico City Blues. I couldn't put the damn thing down! There is so much going on in this 242 chorus poem! He was living with Burroughs in Mexico at the time of this writing and that shows with mild mentioning of heroin. Then there are the mentions of Lowell and Kero [...]
I wanted to read this most especially after running across a Michael McClure article online where he wrote that, although Kerouac would be remembered primarily as a novelist and the author of On the Road, "his masterpiece is Mexico City Blues, a religious poem startling in its majesty and comedy and gentleness and vision." Mmmm, yeah, wellere were definitely moments of unfettered brilliance scattered throughout this collection, I, alas, would never call it his masterpiece. I admit to being hopel [...]
Beautiful and surreal at its best. Hiccuped and unintelligible at its worst. Perhaps, however, that is too harsh of a criticism, because much of the poetry in this book is an experiment of sound and language. The unintelligible sections should be enjoyed for its poesy, not meaning. Kerouac truly emerges as a talented jazz and blues poet. Overall, this is a beautiful book of poetry. Kerouac is at his best during his meditations on death, meaning, and childhood -- all of which are pervasive throug [...]
"There is no Way to lose."Kerouac's poetry is a predictably strange combination of spiritual wisdom, meandering white negro jazz-like improvisation, slightly domesticated Finnegans Wake punning, autobiographical meditation, and the proverbial kitchen sink. 20 per cent or so of the 244 poems--Kerouac conceived of them as choruses of a really long jazz performance--are high end keepers (the closing sequence on Charlie Parker among them); a quarter are random muddling; the rest somewhere in between [...]
By turns annoying and profound, Mexico City Blues is like a lot of Kerouac--you have to put up with a fair share of nonsense but in return for your patience you will sometimes get very lively and energetic imagery and wordplay. Mexico City Blues is a book of 250-some poems that all pretty much run into each other as if it were one long poem. They are heavy on the Buddhism and designed to sound sort of like a jazz jam session on a page. I'd say this is really only for true Beat enthusiasts.
Sometimes-sensical diddies and scribbled out scenes from a drug fueled/addled Kerouac. If I could do half stars, Id give this two and a half. Its not a terrible collection of poems. Whether or not Ill return to it, Im not sure. May not be often. Then again, it might have grow potential. Some of the choruses really did get my attention. Some really left me sighing and shaking my head with bewilderment.
This book of "poetry" is an absolute disaster, a trainwreck, a turd. And I'm saying that as a big Kerouac fan, and a big poetry fan, But Kerouac's poetry? Jesus Christ. There is absolutely nothing in this 250 pages of letters. Nothing. Just drogged up unarticulated babbling of which Kerouac apparently thought as "spiritual" in his drug frenzy. Revolting, meaningless, hermetic, senseless, pretentious, uncommunicative pages and pages and pages. Kerouac's worst work by far.
Kerouac is not one of my favourite authors, that must be said from the outset! I found his poetry as empty as his prose, filled only by pretension and a highly inflated sense of purpose. The reader is baffled, unless foolish enough to find meaning in his ramble or some kind of knowing irony in its meaningless. Either response is as shallow as the text itself. I will never understand why this guy is still being published, I am sorry but it's beyond me!
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