Monday, August 31, 2009

53rd. chorus

Pulsing push 
To come on in 
Inundate Frisco 
Fill the rills 
And ride the ravines 
And sneak on in 
With Whippoorwill 
The Chinese call it woo 
The French les brûmes 
The British Fog
L A Smog 
Cellar door
-Jack Kerouac, San Francisco Blues

I love Kerouac's use of language here, which has evokes summer in the Bay Area to me since 2002 or so.  The summer of 2005 I lived at 5 Panoramic Way.  It was like living on a ship.  I had a long garret studio apartment with low angled ceilings at the top of a spiral staircase.  It would have been maddening to live there during the school year, but it was perfect in the summer.  It had great light and windows that overlooked the Golden Gate Bridge.  I had a ton of plants there that loved it under the skylight.  I'd be working in the afternoons and often would look up to see the bridge.  It would often be swirled in eddies and whorls of fog.  I re-read a New Yorker article on people who jumped from the bridge that summer.  There's something about the span that draws the eye and one's attention.  I found a great deal of comfort and solace being able to look up and see the bridge.  When I'm in the Bay Area, I don't have a view of the Golden Gate anymore. It's fine.  It makes me think more fondly of that summer.  Now, I look at the Lawrence Hall of Science webcam @UC Berkeley.  It's about 1 ½ miles from where I'm at now, but I look at it when I'm in Toronto every so often.  Just to check on it.

Twitterversion:: Summery fog in #SanFrancisco reminds me of Kerouac's "53rd. Chorus." Jack is sole writer who gets away w/saying "Frisco." @Prof_K

Song:: Fake Tales Of San Francisco (Single Version) - Arctic Monkeys

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