Writing On The Wall: Will Trade Three

Jack Kerouac, Like A Sick Refrigerator, Worked Too Hard At Keeping Cool And Died On His Mama's Lap From Alcohol And Infantilism.

Poetry -- Even Bad Poetry -- May Be Our Final Hope.

The Very Poor Are Strictly Materialistic. It Takes Money To Be A Mystic.

Industrial Tourism Is A Threat To The National Parks. But The Chief Victims Of The System Are The Motorized Tourists. They Are Being Robbed And Robbing Themselves. So Long As They Are Unwilling To Crawl Out Of Their Cars They Will Not Discover The Treasures Of The National Parks And Will Never Escape The Stress And Turmoil Of The Urban-suburban Complexes Which They Had Hoped, Presumably, To Leave Behind For A While.

A Good Writer Must Have More Than Vin Rosé In His Veins, Use More Than Chablis For Ink.