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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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Nature Just because you shit fruit Don't think you're the Kingpin of the World
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He had a third martini. He looked at me intently and took hold of my arm. 'Look', he said. 'You're a fish in a pond. It's drying up. You have to mutate into an amphibian, but someone keeps hanging on to you and telling you to stay in the pond, everything's going to be all right.
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existence
life
growing-up
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The American police are involved in psychological warfare against those Americans who don't frighten them with imposing papers and threats. It's a Victorian police force; it peers out of musty windows and wants to inquire about everything, and can make crimes if the crimes don't exist to its satisfaction.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I'm back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it's my one and only world, and I'll do the best I can.
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writing
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Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips?
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loss
hope
wise
innocence
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But no matter, the road is life.
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Mankind will someday realize that we are actually in contact with the dead and with the other world, whatever it is; right now we could predict, if we only exerted enough mental will, what is going to happen within the next hundred years and be able to take steps to avoid all kinds of catastrophes. When a man dies he undergoes a mutation in his brain that we know nothing about now but which will be very clear someday if scientists get on th..
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What is the universe but a lot of waves And a craving desire is a wave...
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nomad
knowledge
desire
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The floors of bus stations are the same all over the country, always covered with butts and spit and they give a feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.
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You can't live in this world but there's no where else to go.
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Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?...But
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It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow
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As for his hobby, drawing, he was better at that than most artists alive today and I always knew he was really a great young artist pretending to be withdrawn so people would leave him alone, also so people wouldn't ask him to get a job.
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I had nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion.
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Jack Kerouac |
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He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there.
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travel
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He's a great mysterious Bodhisattva I think maybe a reincarnation of Asagna the great Mahayana scholar of the old centuries." "And who am I?" "I dunno, maybe you're Goat."
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Jack Kerouac |
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I play games with her fabulous eyes and she longs to be in a monastery
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Jack Kerouac |
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to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if really I was that great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging the ..
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I looked. George Shearing. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own English summer's-night use. Then they urged him to get up and play. He did. He played innumerable choruses with amazing chords that mounted higher and higher till the sweat splashed all over the piano and everybody listened in awe and fright. They le..
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But you can go on thinking and imagining forever further and stop at no decisions to pick up a bag for the thinkings. Turn your thinking into your work, your thoughts a book, in sieges.
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Jack Kerouac |
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notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.
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Jack Kerouac |
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the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside?
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Jack Kerouac |
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There are immeasurable star misty aeons of universes more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a billion lightyears of multiplication, in fact if I were to go on you'd be scared and couldn't comprehend and you'd despair so much you'd drop dead,' that's what he just about said in one of those sutras----
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Jack Kerouac |
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Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water.- Buddha was also a hobo who paid no attention to the other hobo.- Chief Rain-In-The-Face, weirder even.-
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Jack Kerouac |
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It was a joy, though, to get down into the valley and lose sight of all that open sky space underneath everything and finally, as it got graying five o'clocking, about a hundred yards from the other boys and walking alone, to just pick my way singing and thinking along the little black cruds of a deer trail through the rocks, no call to think or look ahead or worry, just follow the little balls of deer crud with your eyes cast down and enjo..
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Jack Kerouac |
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I started to cry. And I looked up and saw the bleak pines by the bleak mills of Roanoke Rapids with one final despair, like the despair of a man who has nothing left to do but leave the earth forever.
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Be in love with everything .
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Jack Kerouac |
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Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes--the holy con-man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con-man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx.
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Jack Kerouac |
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And here for the first time in my life I saw my beloved Mississippi River, dry in the summer haze, low water, with its big rank smell that smells like the raw body of America itself because it washes it up.
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everybody saying "O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that", how do you know he doesnt hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done"
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When you feel depressed and you wanta go here, wanta go there, remember Mind Essence; the world, like dreams, will never come true. Operate on Intuition, Rest and Be Happy. It's all in your head what happens so you might as well think happiness.
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Where Buddha and Tao Meet: Stop seeking pleasures, Satisfy your natural wants; Break clean from ambitions, Escape from the urge to improve, Be like a kid And salvation will come of itself.
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Jack Kerouac |
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How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?
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joy
sadness
life
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Jack Kerouac |
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Did I come into this world thru the womb of my mother the earth just so I could talk and write like everybody else?
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writing
womb
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Mexican Loneliness" And I am an unhappy stranger grooking in the streets of Mexico- My friends have died on me, my lovers disappeared, my whores banned, my bed rocked and heaved by earthquake - and no holy weed to get high by candlelight and dream - only fumes of buses, dust storms, and maids peeking at me thru a hole in the door secretly drilled to watch masturbators fuck pillows - I am the Gargoyle of Our Lady dreaming in space gray mist ..
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Jack Kerouac |
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Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night Living: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change
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Jack Kerouac |
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This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read" - Sal Paradise, On The Road"
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Jack Kerouac |
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This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read" - Sal Paradise"
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Jack Kerouac |
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So even that marvelous, long remembrances of life all the time in the world to just sit there or lie there or walk about slowly remembering all the details of life which now because a million lightyears away have taken on the aspect (as they must've for Proust in his sealed room) of pleasant movies brought up at will and projected for further study -- And pleasure -- As I imagine God to be doing this very minute, watching his own movie, whi..
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Jack Kerouac |
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I'm an idealist who has outgrown my idealism I have nothing to do the rest of my life but do it
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Jack Kerouac |
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But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
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Jack Kerouac |
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Si seguis asi vais a volveros locos, pero por favor mantenedme al corriente de lo que os sucede en el camino.
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Jack Kerouac |
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We just think that we're being born, when we're born; (headfirst crying out of the smile of the womb, if we'd only known that it was all the same before getting involved in Samsara---saving motion and nervousness, not forsaking peace---I remember being forced out---to the discriminatory prickles and thorns of the world)--- We're still the same old substance, High Hearable Essence Light---(whatever it really is, & Empty)--- Unbornness is the..
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