13051. UNPUBLISHED ORIGINAL PHOTOGRAPH OF THE BEAT GENERATION'S NEAL CASSADY, c. 1962-63 San Francisco, just off the Haight Asbury. 7 x 5 inches.
I had an apartment in San Francisco just off the Haight Asbury in the early '60's and I and a couple of poet friends used to hang out with various beat luminaries such as Cassady and Ginsberg and a lot of lesser known poets and artists. Neal generally lived a very spartan life and was not much on possessions. He traveled light and generally gave away all non-essential stuff as soon as he got it. This photo was taken by a group of college kids who had made the pilgrimage into San Fran to meet him. They then gave him this one photo of them and him together leaning on the side of what was I think their car and as soon as they left he promptly gave the photo to me just to get rid of it. Things like that meant nothing to Neal. He always lived very much in the present and never kept anything he didn't need to. This happened on the street in front of the little corner gas station where Neal had a job pumping gas at the time.
We had some good and always very interesting times with Neal. There was our famous arm wrestling bout (Neal won of course), all the wild parties and the time I unwisely let him use the bed in my apartment. A cute college groupie had just tracked him down and was itching to jump into bed with him. He couldn't take her to his place because of his old lady he was living with at the time. (He said she had a terrible temper but we hardly ever saw her since she never went around with him and almost always just stayed in the small apartment they lived in.) Anyway I offered my place and he jumped at the offer. He and the girl were in there for around two hours while I kept trying to keep my buddies from spying on the action from the fire escape. After that the girl stumbled out with a sort of glazed look on her face like she'd just been really worked over and immediately left without a word while Neal just seemed nonchalant like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Problem is I went in a little later and found 5 big wet spots on the bed I had to clean up. Neal had obviously not wasted any time!
Neal was a fascinating character. Once I asked him how he managed to do everything so perfectly and precisely. He simply responded 'I never aim to miss.' But he could take reasonable precautions too when the situation warranted. On one of our trips to visit Ken Kesey down in Carmel he was driving down along the Coast Highway in his old rattletrap and we kept trying to get him to do some sideways drifts for us. He did just one little one just to show us he could and then told us it was too risky.
Provenance: Given to me by Neal Cassady around 1962-63 just off the Haight Asbury in San Francisco.
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