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RKS Literature: Harlem’s Sense of Community Before Its Collapse (James Baldwin)

“When I say I was luckier than the children are today I am deliberately making a very dangerous statement, a statement that I am willing, even anxious, to be called on. A black boy born in New York’s Harlem in 1924 was born of southerners who had but lately been driven from the land andContinue reading “RKS Literature: Harlem’s Sense of Community Before Its Collapse (James Baldwin)”

RKS Literature: Can a White Person Ever Know What a Black Person is Talking About? (James Baldwin)

“I hit the streets when I was seven. It was in the middle of the Depression and I learned how to sing out of hard experience. To be black was to confront, and be forced to alter, a condition forged in history. To be white was to be forced to digest a delusion called whiteContinue reading “RKS Literature: Can a White Person Ever Know What a Black Person is Talking About? (James Baldwin)”

RKS Literature: “The Communist Manifesto”: Your Horror at the Communists’ Intention to Do Away with Private Property

“You are horrified at our intending to do away with private property. But in your existing society, private property is already done away with for nine-tenths of the population; its existence for the few is solely due to its non-existence in the hands of those nine-tenths. You reproach us therefore, with intending to do awayContinue reading “RKS Literature: “The Communist Manifesto”: Your Horror at the Communists’ Intention to Do Away with Private Property”

RKS Literature: The Last Wishes of a Dying American Hobo (Jack Kerouac)

“I’m sick. I’m alone, I’m dying-see my hand up-tipped, learn the secret of my human heart, give me the thing, give me your hand, take me to the emerald mountains beyond the city, take me to the safe place, be kind, be nice, smile-I’m too tired now of everything else, I’ve had enough, I giveContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Last Wishes of a Dying American Hobo (Jack Kerouac)”

RKS Literature: The American Hobo is on the Way Out (Jack Kerouac)

“The American Hobo is on the way out as long as sheriffs operate with as Louis-Ferdinand Céline said, ‘One line of crime and nine of boredom’ because having nothing to do in the middle of the night with everybody gone to sleep they pick on the first human being they see walking. They pick onContinue reading “RKS Literature: The American Hobo is on the Way Out (Jack Kerouac)”

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: I AM A THREE PEE TYPE OF GUY

I AM A THREE PEE TYPE OF GUY Bob was ecstatic yesterday. On my morning walk I peed three times. Usually it is once and on a rare occasion twice but three times! I am delighted Bob is so happy about this but isn’t this “Much Ado About Nothing”? I will admit as the snowContinue reading ““Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: I AM A THREE PEE TYPE OF GUY”

“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: “RORY IS THE KING OF THE HILL”

RORY IS THE KING OF THE HILL Bob reviews films prior to their theatrical release. Let me correct that. He used to review films until I arrived at the doorstep of his life in early November 2025. Since then, he has reviewed one film in a three-month period. I have enriched his life by liberatingContinue reading ““Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: “RORY IS THE KING OF THE HILL””

RKS Literature: Classes of Bums in Paris (Jack Kerouac)

“There are various classes of bums in Paris, the high class bum has a dog and a baby carriage in which he keeps all his belongings, and that usually consists of old France Soirs , tin cans, empty bottles, broken dolls- This bum sometimes has a mistress who follows him and his dog and carriageContinue reading “RKS Literature: Classes of Bums in Paris (Jack Kerouac)”

RKS Literature: The Lights of Christmas Will Not Save America (Jack Kerouac)

“….all you see is marshes and great black distances of night and far off, on hills, the little communities with Christmas lights in their windows blearing red, blearing green, blearing blue, suddenly sending pangs through me and I think, ‘Ah America, so big, so sad, so black, you’re like the leafs of a dry summerContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Lights of Christmas Will Not Save America (Jack Kerouac)”

RKS Literature: On the Bum Again (Jack Kerouac)

“And since I’m well and on the bum again & ain’t got nothing else to do, but roam, long faced, the real America, with my unreal heart, here I am eager and ready to be a big busted nose scullion or dishwasher on the old scoff scow s’long as I can buy my next fancyContinue reading “RKS Literature: On the Bum Again (Jack Kerouac)”