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Beat surrender

By Scott R. Garceau | February 19, 2014 - 12:00am

There’s been a bumper crop of movies about the Beat Generation lately, since 2012’s On the Road brought Jack Kerouac...

For Men

‘The Dharma Bums’ and the pavement sutra

By Jaybe D. Quiñonez | January 8, 2006 - 12:00am

Almost a generation back when libraries were not yet six-letter portals on computers, a pseudo-artist/quasi-intellectual classmate in Diliman introduced me to Jack the Ripper, Jack Daniels, Jack Keroauc and their...

Sunday Lifestyle