It's sort of comforting, in a sad, beat way.

Don't let that horse

eat that violin

cried Chagall's mother

Don't let that horse - Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Poem by

I thought, back in the '50s when it was hot and everybody was reading it in some college English class, I didn't get Jack Kerouac's book "On The Road" because I was too square. I've just finished listening to an audiobook version and I'm still too square. Or maybe it's just not that great a book.

If you want "beat," read Ginsberg. Or Ferlinghetti, better yet.

Is my opinion, and I'm sticking to it.