Jack Kerouac

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Packing iron with Yellow Roman Candles

Slow burn
For a band with such a fiery name, Yellow Roman Candles don't exactly blast from the speakers; nor are they likely to be your Fourth of July party-down accompaniment.
By SAM PFEIFLE | June 22, 2011

Grave Spotting

Spooky? A bit, but Massachusetts's cemeteries are also the bucolic, final resting places of many great American writers.
I asked the question this way: "Where would you want to be buried?" Not "do," but "would." That is to say if, by chance, you were to die, unlikely as that might be, where would you want to spend all of nonexistence?
By NINA MACLAUGHLIN | June 16, 2010

Endless inquiry

Ghostly shapes and images at 37-A Gallery
Mikael Kennedy’s portraits of his maunderings through the American landscape harness a transcendental concurrence of vastness and intimacy.
By ANNIE LARMON | June 09, 2010

Crossword: Not so full of it, are we?

Seriously, cut it out
Seriously, cut it out
By MATT JONES | May 19, 2010

Meta-theater

Tim Rushton bring existential relevance to town
Choreographer Tim Rushton makes unusual, high-powered dance movement and blends it with slick but modest theatrical appurtenances, sound scores that claim your attention, and important program notes.
By MARCIA B. SIEGEL | May 04, 2010

A painful case

Patricia Highsmith's ultimate mystery
Is it living in a wishy-washy culture of sheepish PBS humanism and numbing political correctness that makes the nasty, psychopathic amorality — no, immorality! — of Patricia Highsmith's novels so savory and appealing?
By GERALD PEARY | February 02, 2010

Michael Mazur, 1935 - 2009

Painter, printmaker, teacher, art historian, curator, political/social/arts activist, Red Sox and Celtics fan
"He was so alive ," a friend wrote to me a few days after Michael Mazur died, on August 18.
By LLOYD SCHWARTZ | August 27, 2009

Revival of the fittest

The deep, dark Americana of the Low Anthem
While we all snoozed on eggnog during the 2007 holidays, Jeff Prystowsky and the rest of the Low Anthem were shacked up in a rickety old house on Block Island, a deserted little hamlet full of empty summer cottages off the coast of Rhode Island.
By MATT PARISH | June 08, 2009

Year in pictures

Imagery 2008
Imagery 2008
By PHOENIX STAFF | January 28, 2010

Beating a dead horse

An excerpt from And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks
I got home about 3:45 after eating breakfast at Riker’s on the corner of Christopher Street and Seventh Avenue
By JACK KEROUAC AND WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS | October 22, 2008

Back Beat

At last, Kerouac and Burroughs's co-authored noir novel, And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks, resurfaces.
On a Sunday afternoon in December of 1997 I hooked up with the poet Jim McCrary at a Greenwich Village saloon.
By GEORGE KIMBALL | October 24, 2008

Winners and sinners

Barth, Bolaño, Roth, Morrison, and more
Ah, fall, when Nobel Prize winners are announced — and, now, when past winners turn up with more good reading.
By BARBARA HOFFERT | September 11, 2008

Flash without fire

Is New England better than the DeCordova’s Annual Exhibition?
The aim of the DeCordova Museum’s Annual Exhibition is to round up “some of the most interesting and visually eloquent” New England artists.
By GREG COOK | May 13, 2008

Kerouac calendar

By JACKIE HOUTON | August 29, 2007

In search of Kerouac

‘Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?’ . . . Lowell?!
Ashare drops me off, frantic Matt Ashare from my paper, swilling coffee in a ceramic mug at the wheel of his sulky-blue Saturn Ion and ranting about dogfighting.
By JAMES PARKER | August 29, 2007