Jack

This is a true story, and while it may mean nothing to the universe at large, I found it to be a curious connection. About an hour ago I was doing two things, if not simultaneously, at least seemingly so. One of the two things is the project, a collage with text, titled, “Jack,” which melds b&w photos from the Beat Generation, i.e., William Burroughs, Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady. The collage contains my narrative vis-à-vis my own experiences with Beatniks, and later, hippies, and at this point in its construction, has only the rudiments of any mathematics in between the pictures. I’d been struggling with this piece: I had decided to emphasize the…