It's a stream of consciousness autobiography with very rare moments of punctuation. He was one of the “Beats” with Kerouac, Ginsberg & Burroughs. He rants about consumerism, what they used to call the Rat Race, and talks about nada as being a desirable state of mind. Let me off this hamster wheel! One line jumped out at me – “And there are ants even under the Bodhi Tree with Siddartha seeking light in which he discovers the radiant spark at the centre of Nothingness”.
That's when I cracked the code to Covid! The message the Creator is sending us! One of my friends said at the beginning of it, months ago, that self-isolation was Mother Nature telling us we'd been bad children and sending us to our rooms to think about what we'd done.
I really feel uncomfortable without a structure or a focus. And also without anywhere or anyone to show my art to.Obviously art is not considered an essential service! - it's a tough lesson, to learn how to be OK with doing nada.

This books begins briefly as a memoir and becomes a stream of consciousness around the themes of overpopulation, the overuse of technology, pacifism and especially climate change. There is nothing with which to disagree. The book could be titled "Portrait of the Artist as an Old Man". Remarkably, Ferlinghetti published it the year he turned 100. He has remained true to himself.

Contemporary stream-of-consciousness literary rant.