“Little kids shoot marbles
where the branches break the sun
into graceful shafts of light …
I just want to be pure.”
I was mesmerized by The Basketball Diaries as a high school kid. Jim’s tales of independence and excess fascinated and freed me from my conservative suburban surroundings. Here’s to the poet, punk rocker, and author of a truly great coming-of-age memoir that made a deep and lasting impression on a generation. RIP Jim Carroll
