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   >> Catholic Grotto, Lowell, Mass.: Huge cement crucifix bleeding down   
   >> from a hill overlooking the playground of a French orphanage. Behind   
   >> it, the river swirling under the Moody Bridge. Dylan peering up at   
   >> Christ face. "What can you do for a guy like that?" Portugese kids   
   >> released from class, swarming through glassed-in sculptures of the   
   >> Stations of the Cross. Southsea-island language hitting the cold air.   
   >> Old frenchman soothing his rosary between flat fingers, kneeling in   
   >> front   
   >> of the blue Virgin. Ginsberg and Dylan lighting prayer candles   
   >> in a cave. Cameras tracking them through the playground. Little kids,   
   >> like insect life, buzzing all around them. Basketballs whizzing   
   >> past their heads. Kids, shipped in from the voodoo culture,   
   >> from the fat sunny ocean to the cold white East Coast. Other rich   
   >> kids shipped from Manhattan. Catholic culture. Dormitories on the sixth   
   >> floor lined with aisles of neat little white pint-size beds. Crosses   
   >> all over the green walls. Short basin sinks and toilets. Nuns walking   
   >> into the camera. Walking into the empty room with a bearded bald man   
   >> walking in slow motion, arma crossed on his chest, and a dwarf-like   
   >> caballero sitting on a bed, staring out a blowing window. No talking.   
   >> Just sitting and walking. Just the whirring of the sixteen millimeter   
   >> and the shuffle of the Nagra.   
   >>   
   >> LOWELL, MASSACHUSETTS   
   >>   
   >> Now, in the face of burned-out Kerouac, Cassady, and all the other   
   >> ones who went over the hill, this life seems like a miracle. Still   
   >> ongoing. Ignoring all that. Respecting it but not indulging in remorse.   
   >> Allen and Dylan singing on his grave. Allen, full of life, hope, and   
   >> resurrection. Poets of this now life. This here life. This one lived   
   >> and living.   
   >>   
   >> "Dead and don't know it. Living and do. The living have a dead   
   > idea."   
   >> Kerouac, Mexico City Blues   
   >   
   >   
   > Test post, good article on Kerouac, Ginsberg and other Beat poets and   
   > Bob   
   > Dylan.   
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   >   
   > This is a response to the post seen at:   
   > http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=657882201#657882201   
      
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