Bakersfield Bukowski - by N.L. Belardes

Two of the counterculture shadows hidden in my Bakersfield Bukowski pieces were slinking about at the Montgomery World Plaza last night. Bobby, slick-haired denizen of the Subterranean Bakersfield streets, and Roseamber, full-figured honey of the hot shadows both stepped from a Kerouac novel, not from Maggie Cassady, but Desolation Angels, dark brooding, escaping the void of prosody and singing to boddhisaatva moments, but without Darcie; both lurking and mingling as Broken Record Gospel played it's New Bakersfield Experiment in sound...

Bakersfield Bukowski 1

Bakersfield Bukowski 2

Bakersfield Bukowski 3

Little do these three know they have already worked their way into a novel I am working on... such inspiration simply from the art of observing starry-eyed lovers of the Void passing through a music-filled room...



(images and review of last night to be written soon--technical difficulties with image disk. I have been told it is repairable)

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