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Somewhere in the vast jewelry of the Long Island night we walked, in wind and rain...
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Can I make you happier with powder on my chest? Do you need a thousand movie shows? Sixteen million people to ride the bus with, hit the stop--I shoulda never let you go away from home--" Rich lips brooded in my deaf ear. "The fog'll fall all over you, Jacky, you'll wait in fields--You'll let me die--you wont come save me--I wont even know where your grave is--remember what you were like, where your house, what your life--you'll die without..
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Jack Kerouac |
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I am an appearance The world is an appearance The bread I eat is an appearance All wish't forth from Mind Essence Due to Ignorance-- I don't have to exist I don't exist, I do exist-- Who cares? For the purposes of this world Do nothing Or do everything anyhow.
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Jack Kerouac |
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You just wait patiently like you always do in America among those apparently endless policemen and their endless laws against (no laws for) -- but the moment you cross the little wire gate and you're in Mexico, you feel like you just sneaked out of school when you told the teacher you were sick and she told you you could go home, 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I sat cross-legged in the sand and contemplated my life. Well, there, and what difference did it make? "What's going to happen to me up ahead?"
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Jack Kerouac |
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It's impossible to fall of mountains you fool!
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dharma
nirvana
mountains
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Jack Kerouac |
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Sal, straight, no matter where I live, my trunk's always sticking out from under the bed, I'm ready to leave or get thrown out. I've decided to leave everything out of my hands. You've seen me try and break my ass to make it and you know that it doesn't matter and we know time -- how to slow it up and walk and dig and just old-fashioned spade kicks, what other kicks are there? We know.
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doesn-t-matter
ready
old-fashioned
leave
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Jack Kerouac |
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And though Remi was having worklife problems and bad lovelife with a sharp-tongued woman, he at least had learned to laugh almost better than anyone in the world, and I saw all the fun we were going to have in Frisco.
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Jack Kerouac |
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That Rollo Greb is the greatest, most wonderful of all. That's what I was trying to tell you - that's what I want to be. I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock back and forth. Man, he's the end! You see, if you go like him all the time you'll finally get it.
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Jack Kerouac |
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What are you going to do with yourself, Ed?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "I just go along. I dig life." --
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Jack Kerouac |
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When all of the family was stilled in sleep, when the streetlamp a few paces from the house shone at night and made grotesque shadows of the trees upon the house, when the river sighed off into the darkness, when the trains hooted on their way to Montreal far upriver, when the winds swished in the soft treeleaves and something knocked and rattled on the old barn, you could stand in the road and look at this home and know that there is nothi..
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Jack Kerouac |
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Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror)
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to-drive-out-angry-thoughts
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Jack Kerouac |
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He lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows staring on seas of rooftops and the glitter of winter nights when home lights brownly wave beneath the heater whiter blaze of stars--those stars that in the North, in the clear nights, all hang frozen tears by the billions, with January Milky Ways like silver taffy, veils of frost in the stillness, huge blinked, throbbing to the slow beat of ti..
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winter
towns
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Jack Kerouac |
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Stare deep into the world before you as if it were the void: innumerable holy ghosts, buddhies, and savior gods there hide, smiling. All the atoms emitting light inside wavehood, there is no personal separation of any of it. A hummingbird can come into a house and a hawk will not: so rest and be assured. While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.
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Jack Kerouac |
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We also spent entire nights in bed and I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would someday nudge up a hill to be thereafter known as Snake Hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long and devouring as it went along. I told her this snake was Satan. "What's going to happen?" she squealed; meanwhile she held me tight."
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Jack Kerouac |
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And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are 'happy', O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of 'happy nuts', 'There's a tightening around the head that hurts, there's a terror of the mind that hurts even more, they're so unhappy and especially because they cant explain it to anybody or reach out and be helped through all the hysteric..
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Jack Kerouac |
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a traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, and keep rolling under the stars
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Jack Kerouac |
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And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered to the cable-car stop; in a moment rolled down the hill with our legs dangling to the sidewalk from the jiggling shelf, two broken-down heroes of the Western night.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill - mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with every rose-tint of hope beyond, making you feel just like them, brilliant and bleak beyond words. -
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sunsets
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Jack Kerouac |
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We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.
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Jack Kerouac |
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She is giving me my life back and not claiming it for herself as so many of the women you love do claim.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Most of them were running away from something--usually the law.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I like too many things and get confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I remember him standing under a streetlamp. 'Just as we passed that other lamp I was going to tell you a further thing, Sal, but now I am parenthetically continuing with a new thought and by the time we reach the next I'll return to the original subject, agreed?' I certainly agreed.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I have finally taught Dean that he can do anything he wants, become mayor of Denver, marry a millionairess, or become the greatest poet since Rimbaud. But he keeps rushing out to see the midget auto races
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Jack Kerouac |
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I wanta swim in rivers and drink goatmilk and talk with priests and just read Chinese books and amble around the valleys talking to farmers and their children.
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Jack Kerouac |
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The old tree brooded over me silently, a living thing. I heard a mouse snoring in the garden weeds. The rooftops of Berkeley looked like pitiful living meat sheltering grieving phantoms from the enternality of the heavens which they feared to face. By the time I went to bed I wasn't taken in by no Princess or no desire for no Princess and nobody's disapproval and I felt glad and slept well.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Non avevo niente da offrire a nessuno tranne la mia confusione.
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on-the-road
sulla-strada
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Jack Kerouac |
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I couldn't meet a girl without saying to myself, What kind of wife would she make?
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Jack Kerouac |
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Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the word and would raise mean's souls to joy.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Ah the mad hearts of all of us.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Remember that book I told you about the first sip is joy the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.
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Jack Kerouac |
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This is a thing which astonishes me no end, but affects you not.
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typewriter
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Jack Kerouac |
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Now you're going East with Sal," Galatea said, "and what do you think you're going to accomplish by that? Camille has to stay home and mind the baby now you're gone--how can she keep her job? and she never wants to see you again and I don't blame her. If you see Ed along the road you tell him to come back to me or I'll kill him." Just as flat as that. It was the saddest night. I felt as if I was with strange brothers and sisters in a pitif..
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beat-generation
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Jack Kerouac |
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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 cold morning would return, with clouds billowing out of Lightning Gorge like giant smoke, the lake below still cerulean neutral, and empty space the same as ever. O gnashing teeth of earth, where would it all lead to but to prove that the proving itself ..
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Jack Kerouac |
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the innocent seriousness with which she told her story and I'd listened to so often and myself told-- wide eyed hugging in heaven together-- hipsters of America in the 1950's sitting in a dim room-- the clash of the streets beyond the window's bare soft sill.
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Jack Kerouac |
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Oh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?--
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Jack Kerouac |
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Lonely as America, a throatpierced sound in the night.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I could have made my whole life like that morning just on the strength of pure understanding and willingness to live and go along, God it was all the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me in its own way - but it was all sinister.
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Jack Kerouac |
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It was remarkable how Dean could go mad and then suddenly continue with his soul - which I think is wrapped up in a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road - calmly and sanely as though nothing had happened.
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Jack Kerouac |
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I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.
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Jack Kerouac |