edited by Ken Kesey.
This has been my honest reading for the past year. Ken Kesey founded the literary journal Spit in the Ocean in 1974. As planned, there was to be only 7 volumes. Six were produced during Kesey's life, between 1974 and 1981. These slobs nevr got around to the seventh, what with having lots of exploring and pot smoking to do. Kesey had created a weird travelling theater and most other contributors were either dead or lost or hobos or drunk somewhere pissing on the side of a building. The seventh was produced in 2002, after Kesey's death, and was devoted to the king nutter himself. It's a truly great dedication to him.
As might be obvious, there weren't many copies produced. But, alas, Sandy found me an entire set of the first six journals by calling the Kesey farm and asking his son, Zane. He sold them to her for fitty bucks, god bless him.
These journals, written by the literary bunch within that loosely connected crowd called The Merry Pranksters. Some are poets hiding in the various literary hills around the country, producing some of the most honest, original works out there. Others are thinkers who have figured it out, whatever it is. As a collection, they capture the intelligence and spirit of a group of kick-ass, enlightened Americans.
But few will read this stuff. Few are interested in being disturbed or ungrounded. Even if the trade-off is freedom of mind, of joy.
This stuff is great. They are frickin nuts, but absolutely truthful and telling us what they see from the happy outside.