People who died
Sep. 14th, 2009 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonWell this sucks...
Jim Carroll, the poet and punk rocker in the outlaw tradition of Rimbaud and Burroughs who chronicled his wild youth in “The Basketball Diaries,” died on Friday at his home in Manhattan. He was 60.
A lot of my favorite writers always intimidated as much as they inspired me. Not Jim Carroll though. It wasn't that his lyrical prose wasn't sufficently powerful enough to be worthy of making one hesitate before commiting words to paper... but it was because reading 'The Basketball Diaries' back when I had just turned 21 made me realize that I didn't have to be a William Burroughs or a Baudelaire to give song to my own experiences. Along with the discovery of Bukowski at the time, I was able to move forward as a wanna-be writer beyond the abstract kafka-esque posey pose I had been immured in and start struggling with a more coherent voice that would, if nothing else, be mine.
Well there's not much more to say but 'thank you, Mister Carroll' and to play this most obvious of your long and illustrious repertoire -
Jim Carroll, Poet and Punk Rocker Who Wrote ‘The Basketball Diaries’, Dies at 60
Jim Carroll, the poet and punk rocker in the outlaw tradition of Rimbaud and Burroughs who chronicled his wild youth in “The Basketball Diaries,” died on Friday at his home in Manhattan. He was 60.
A lot of my favorite writers always intimidated as much as they inspired me. Not Jim Carroll though. It wasn't that his lyrical prose wasn't sufficently powerful enough to be worthy of making one hesitate before commiting words to paper... but it was because reading 'The Basketball Diaries' back when I had just turned 21 made me realize that I didn't have to be a William Burroughs or a Baudelaire to give song to my own experiences. Along with the discovery of Bukowski at the time, I was able to move forward as a wanna-be writer beyond the abstract kafka-esque posey pose I had been immured in and start struggling with a more coherent voice that would, if nothing else, be mine.
Well there's not much more to say but 'thank you, Mister Carroll' and to play this most obvious of your long and illustrious repertoire -