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Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?
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kerouac
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Jack Kerouac |
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If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.
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poetry
writing
kerouac
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Sarah Vowell |
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225d251
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November the seventh The last Faint cricket
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poetry
haikus
kerouac
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Jack Kerouac |
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d73dfed
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What's Your Road, Man?
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on-the-road
kerouac
beatnik
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Jack Kerouac |
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I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called , and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.
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criticism
big-sur
correspondence
kerouac
hunting
beatnik
letters
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Hunter S. Thompson |
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I sit down and say, and I run all my friends and relatives and enemies one by one in this, without entertaining any angers or gratitudes or anything, and I say, like 'Japhy Ryder, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha,' then I run on, say to 'David O. Selznick, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha' though I don't use names like David O. Selznick, just people I know because when I say the words 'equally a coming Buddha' I want to be thinking of their eyes, like you take Morley, his blue eyes behind those glasses, when you think 'equally a coming Buddha' you think of those eyes and you really do suddenly see the true secret serenity and the truth of his coming Buddhahood. Then you think of your enemy's eyes.
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kerouac
buddhism
buddhist
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Jack Kerouac |
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Tis true what Hemingway says--if we're lucky enough to live our dreams in youth, as Ernest Hemingway did in 1920's Paris and I did with the Beat poets, then youth's dreams become a moveable feast you take wherever you go--youthful love remains the repast plentiful; exquisite, substantive and good. You can live on happy memories. Eat of them forever.
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literature
friendship
kerouac
hemingway
paris
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Alison Winfield Burns |
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Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.
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on-the-road
remi-boncoeur
sal-paradise
kerouac
beatnik
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Jack Kerouac |
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We all grew up, those of us who took to heart. We came to cringe a little at our old favorite poet, concluding that God was likely never Pooh Bear, that sometimes New York and California could be just as isolated as our provincial hometown, and that grown men didn't run back and forth all the time bleeding soup and sympathy out of sucker women. But those are just details, really. We got what we needed, namely a passion for unlikely words, the willingness to improvise, a distrust of authority, and a sentimental attachment to a certain America....
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on-the-road
kerouac
modernism
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Sarah Vowell |
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"writers like Jack Kerouac (who called himself an "urban Thoreau") set forth to redefine and rediscover ways to live in America without slogging through what Kerouac called the endless system of "work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume..."
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beats
kerouac
culture
consumerism
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Elizabeth Gilbert |