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He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence
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And suddenly, not a soul's at the store as for other & similar & just as blank reasons, they've gone to the silence, the suppers of their own mystery.
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store
vacant
souls
supper
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Dammit, that yodel of triumph of yours was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life. I wish I had a tape recorder to take it down." Those things aren't made to be heard by the people down below," says Japhy, dead serious."
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Jack Kerouac |
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This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing.
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There's nothing wrong with you Ray, your only trouble is you never learned to get out to spots like this, you've let the world drown you in its horseshit and you've been vexed...
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Back in the cabin I light the fire and sit sighing and there are leaves skittering on the tin roof, it's August in Big Sur --- I fall asleep in the chair and when I wake up I'm facing the thick little tangled woods outside the door and I suddenly remember them from long ago
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Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.
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pain
loss
love
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At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
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Jack Kerouac |
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The waves are Chinese, but the earth is an Indian thing.
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Let me sing the beauty of my Maggie. Legs:--the knees attached to the thighs, knees shiny, thighs like milk. Arms:--the levers of my content, the serpents of my joy. Back:--the sight of that in a strange street of dreams in the middle of Heaven would make me fall sitting from glad recognition. Ribs?--she had some melted and round like a well formed apple, from her thigh bones to waist I saw the earth roll. In her neck I hid myself like a lo..
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sex
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In winter night Massachusetts Street is dismal, the ground's frozen cold, the ruts and pock holes have ice, thin snow slides over the jagged black cracks. The river is frozen to stolidity, waits; hung on a shore with remnant show-off boughs of June-- Ice skaters, Swedes, Irish girls, yellers and singers--they throng on the white ice beneath the crinkly stars that have no altar moon, no voice, but down heavy tragic space make halyards of Hea..
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women
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For when you realized that God is Everything you know that you've got to love everything no matter how bad it is, in the ultimate sense it was neither good nor bad (consider the dust), it was just what was, that is, what we made to appear.
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Here's a guy and everybody's there, right? Up to him to put down what's on everybody's mind. He starts the first chorus, then lines up his ideas, people, yeah, yeah, but get it, and then he rises to his fate and has to blow equal to it. All of a sudden somewhere in the middle of the chorus he gets it - everybody looks up and knows; they listen; he picks it up and carries. Time stops. He's filling empty space with the substance of our lives,..
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Jack Kerouac |
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those who're good stay in Heaven,they've been in Heaven from the beginning
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Jack Kerouac |
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O love, fled me - or do telepathies cross sympathetically in the night?
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Jack Kerouac |
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I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing, infinitely perfect within, why cry, why worry, perfect like mind essence and the minds of banana peels.
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Jack Kerouac |
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difficult to make a real confession and show what happened when you're such an egomaniac all you can do is take off on big paragraphs about minor details about yourself and the big sole details about others go sitting and waiting around)
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Jack Kerouac |
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I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms.
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travel
road-trips
road-trip
warm
california
palm-trees
weather
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Because now I am grown so old and neutral....
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I stood in the middle of the room flipping and Pusher was plucking at the guitar, just one string, and I went up to him and said, 'Man don't pluck those dirty notes at ME,' and like he just got up without a word and left. [Mardou]
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In seeking to severely penalize criminals society by putting the criminals away behind safe walls actually provide them with the means of greater strength for future atrocities glorious and otherwise.
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humor
prison-reform
prison
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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 and the rest of my life to do it
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idealism
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We understood each other on other levels of madness.
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Jack Kerouac |
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He is a believer in life and he wants to go to Heaven but because he loves life so he embraces it so much he thinks he sins and will never see Heaven ... You could have ten thousand cold eyed Materialistic officials claim they love life too but can never embrace it so near sin and also never see Heaven - They will contemn the hot blooded life lover with their cold papers on a desk because they have no blood and therefore have no sin? No! Th..
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Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Eager for bread and love.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I felt like telling Japhy everything I thought but I knew it didn't matter and moreover he knew it anyway and silence is the golden mountain.
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Jack Kerouac |
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There is nowhere to go but everywhere.
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Jack Kerouac |
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And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach and which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the Angels dove off and flew into infinity.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Love is bitter, death is sweet.
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poetry
life
love
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Texas is undeniable...We were already almost out of America and yet definitely in it and in the middle of where it's maddest.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I tried to bring up boyfriends and sex. Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done--whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came
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Jack Kerouac |
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They put spotlights on me standing there in the road in jeans and workclothes, with the big woeful rucksack a-back, and asked:-"Where are you going?" which is precisely what they asked me a year later under Television floodlights in New York, "Where are you going?"-Just as you cant explain to the police, you cant explain to society "Looking for peace."
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police
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Where'd you learn to do all these funny things?' he laughed. 'And you know I say funny but there's sumpthin so durned sensible about 'em. Here I am killin myself drivin this rig back and forth from Ohio to L.A. and I make more money than you ever had in your whole life as a hobo, but you're the one who enjoys life and not only that but you do it without workin or a whole lot of money. Now who's smart, you or me?' And he had a nice home in O..
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Jack Kerouac |
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zashchoto edinstvenite khora za men sa ludite, onezi, koito sa ludi za zhivot, ludi za razgovori, ludi za spasenie, onezi, koito pozhelavat vsichko navedn'zh, koito nikoga ne se proziavat, nito dr'nkat banalnosti, a goriat, goriat, goriat kato prikazni zh'lti foierverki, razpukvat se sred nebeto, s'shchinski zvezdni paiatsi, a otv'tre bliasva sinkavata svetlina na s'rtsevinata im ... i togava vsichki se st'pisvat: Auuuu!
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Jack Kerouac |
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I'm the golden eternity in mortal animate form.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Dean: God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way, I am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us - that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel - the thing will go along of itself and you won't go off the road and I can sleep.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Everything was everlastingly loose and responsive, it was all everywhere beyond the truth, beyond emptyspace blue. "The mountains are mighty patient, Buddha-man," I said out loud, and took a drink."
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Jack Kerouac |
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Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness--everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being (195).
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Jack Kerouac |
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But let a perpetual smile of peace and satisfaction On your lips Be a symbol of the decision To think happiness (equanimity) Since everything that happens Happens in your head
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Jack Kerouac |
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I went off with him for no reason.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I was going to grow up to walk in sleet in fields...
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Jack Kerouac |
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And since I'm well and on the bum again & aint got nothing else to do, but roam, long-faced, the real America, with my unreal heart, here I am eager and ready.
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