Poetry or Prose?

Once again, I am at a point where I ask myself: What is the better way to express all those timeless, priceless moments in life, good and bad, beautiful and ugly, sublime and vulgar? Poetry or prose?

So, if you can be arsed, let me know in the little poll box on the right hand side. Or, even better, start discussing in the comments section. Or both. Or whatever.

One Fast Move or I'm Gone: Jack Kerouac's Big Sur

This looks pretty interesting: A film on Jack Kerouac and his time in Big Sur and the resulting novel.

Neat. Although, what a commenter proposes over at Siliman's Blog (where I got this from) would be pretty cool as well:

There are plenty of men still in Lowell (I know some of them) who are working class guys who dig Kerouac's books and can read from them with his accent and intonations. I'd rather have heard that.