Khash C.
Yelp
I can't believe I, a local, waited 16 years to finally visit the Beat Museum being such a secret Kerouac appreciator. Till this day his timeless, enduring writing has left me with a sense of the beauty of the present moment in a way that nobody else has been able to beat. Or maybe its just him, how he talks to my "type", the itinerant curious adventurers that, in their best moments, view the world in all its gushing abundance, all zillion details of it, all steeped nostalgia, Nirvana, sadness and the cornucopia of emotions encapsuled in the fleeting life-moment. I return to his same books every few years to remind myself that a person felt and had a perspective that understood everything there really is to know, writing in a way to shout across all space and time and into your ear that HE EXISTED. A man whose fate, strangely, resulted in drinking his way to death. This paradox life of Jedi Kerouac is something that every reader of his grapples with, especially those who can relate to almost everything about him (except perhaps his dominating alcoholism.) He, in conjunction with his beat friends and contemporaries, found a writing style that was so natural that it, with its intimacy toward human experience, was superior to everything that came before it, everything that sounded contrived - he felt so real. He sparked the whole counter-cultural movement by making the world follow his example and become a dharma bum. Our reality is the child of his influence.
Which is why it so amazing that he only has such a humble museum to honor his influence. There were only maybe 2 other people in the museum the whole time. The museum had some memorable items: a genuine letter from Kerouac to Marlon Brando asking him to play him as the main character Sal Moriarty in his most famous book: On The Road. (Brando never responded but filed the letter and was recovered after his death and now this museum has it!) Another item of interest was the infamous Hudson car that he and Neal Cassidy drove them around in. What really sticks out to me is the exhibit of a beat shirt that Kerouac worn on a headless mannequin, glassed-in; it so defined who Kerouac was - a nondescript drifter wearing durable attire, doubling as camping clothes, all bought at secondhand stores. I really channeled his energy through the witnessing of that shirt.
I know that the family of Stella Kerouac - Jack's last wife - hoarded all his things and own the rights to his works. I read that there was a massive feud over his estate continuing to this day. It's understandable that this museum couldn't get more of their tangible personal items and sometimes rely on pictures and description boards to fill in the context of the beat universe. What the owner cobbles together, with his commentary, is more than enough to "feel" beat energy.
I love how they covered all the other beats - form Ginsberg to Cassidy to the little known ones (but just as enlightened) like Buddhist Monk Philip Whalen. The guy that owns/works there is very knowledgeable and very passionate about his job. I mean it's because of this open-minded chap that a museum even exists on this earth-shattering writing style that synthesized and altered the world, pregnant with the 60's revolutionary zeitgheist manifestation within it. What's interesting is that, as you walk-out, you realize you are leaving in a bookstore maze area that contains most of the beat literature that is still in print. He has helpful notes about how, if you liked some book (like On the Road or Howl), you would like some other book, sometimes by another beat author, because it is a similar read. I was excited by the prospect of a subterranian universe of hidden Kerouac literature, literature by others that write to the cadence of real, breathing life, a culture I had previously thought as dead but are very much alive.
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU