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Jim Carroll died on Friday, at sixty from a heart attack. When I was in my early 20s, a friend’s girlfriend loaned me The Basketball Diaries and Forced Entries and I realized Carroll was way more than a song I loved when I was in high school.
Intensely personal, unflinching poetry and prose – Carroll wrote about growing up, about addiction, about fame and loss.
Rest in Peace, Jim.
Which starts out as a kiss
And follows like a curse
September 14th, 2009 at 8:19 am · Link
How sad! I remember that movie. 🙁
September 14th, 2009 at 9:03 am · Link
An inspiration to me, as well as a warning in some ways. One of the few poets of the modern age I seriously focused on…although it was his music that led me to his other work. He did a performance guest spot in a movie called Tuff Turf that I saw and from there I bought all his albums and then his books. I even have The Basketball Diaries on Books On Tape, read by the author.