You know, I think the real gem was always Jack's work. I'll even include Ginsberg since he wrote one of my favorite poems (and that little Ferlinghetti trial) but, by and large, i've never been impressed with most of the extended "beatnik" poets (rather, crooks and bums who saw poetry and lit as a meal ticket) It's almost as if Jack was the last good American writer following Burroughs in that little tangent until Kesey came along. It's pretty obvious why the rest of them had to continually name drop all the time. I'd trade most of the beatnik hangers on for Charles Bukowski any day.