3,5 The eerie ease descending with the universal coniunctio of miscellanea presented here, where everything is everything and holy in particular, and where questions don't so much probe as simply intone the vocal crescendo of interrogation, signposts one rare instance of light-footed absurdity wherein the surfeit of speechmaking logic is arched by a flyover of low-key melding disarray. Enjoyable and missing à la-isms
A jazzy lark, which should not surprise you if you are familiar w/ the baseline of the particulars. These guys were part of a scene of scenes, of course. They made scenes, willy-nilly, from whole cloth. Alas, even when not playing a character we are playing a character. Kerouac's voice-over guides us gleeful over the surfaces of a deep promenade. Something wild + delicious here is being born on the American margins.