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Neal Cassady "Dean’s intelligence was every bit as formal and shining and complete, without the tediousintellectualness. And his «criminality» was not something that sulked and sneered; it was a wild yeasaying overburst of American joy; it was Western, the west wind, an ode from the Plains, something new, long prophesied, long a-coming (he only stole …
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Neal Cassady & Charles Plymell, 1963 SONG FOR NEAL CASSADY, BY CHARLES PLYMELL –For John CassadyOh really really Nealhis first love was the automobile Drove a ‘34 Ford with suicide doorsand stick shift on the floorDraggin’ down main to Colfax Avenue Jumpin’ in the back seat boulevardkicked back watching asses in the rearviewcruising past the …
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