There once was a singer named Strummer

1. London Calling—in limericks! (Via Zoilus.)

2. Luc Sante on Kerouac (NYTBR): "Writing is not usually thought of as excessively physical, which is why some writers feel the need to compensate by racing bulls or whatever, but feeding that 120-foot roll through the typewriter seems like a feat of strength."

(I love that "or whatever.")

Someone should review Sante's new collection alongside his translation of Novels in Three Lines.

3. Watch for the Limster on mumblecore in tomorrow's NYT!