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Welcome to Shady Grove!Greetings from Pope Shady's virtual lair. In time, this will be the portal for the writings of the Inscrutable Shady Backflash, Lord of Misrule and Purple Pope of the Born-Again Pagan, Christian Mystic, Zen Gyspy Warlock, Psychedelic Mind-Fucked Church... To kick start the site, I've posted my thesis and interview with Ken Kesey. Check out those links, or click over to Blotterati.com and view the currently available blotter archive. Thanks!
Interview with Ken Keseyby Mary Jane Fenex and Matthew Rick Ken Kesey's sitting at a table with a stack of books beside him, and a bag of markers, pens, and rubber stamps to assist him in the project of autographing copies of Sailor Song and The Sea Lion, his two most recent works. To his side is a blonde haired boy named Lutien who is helping Kesey on the project. The stamp in his hand is done in the style of Northwest Indian art. "It's like this frog is appearing out of the fog..." Kesey is telling the child. "This is a fog frog." Introductions are made and then he resumes decorating copies of his books. "Go ahead. I'm ready." Matthew Rick: Of the pieces you've done, do you have a particular favorite? Ken Kesey: "Tricker the Squirrel" I think is the best piece I ever wrote. It's intricate and well wrought. The best long piece is Sometimes A Great Notion. I'll never come up with a better book. Tarnished Galahad: The Prose and Pranks of Ken Keseyby Matthew Rick
Contemporary author, psychedelic pioneer or "beatnik in lumberjack country", Ken Kesey is an American writer and cultural figure who defies definition. He sprung onto the literary landscape in 1962 with an instant classic, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, followed it two years later with the towering masterpiece Sometimes A Great Notion, and then abandoned novel writing for 28 years to host a series of zany pranks and intrepid trips, interspersed with shorter written works at irregular intervals. The process of evaluating his life and work is, therefore, at least as erratic and whimsical as the man himself. |
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