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85c36b5
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Does kittykat know there's a pigeon on the clothes closet?
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trembling-and-chaste
beat-generation
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Jack Kerouac |
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I wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and whiteness. I stumbled around a few blocks. Weird bums (Mission and Third) asked me for dimes in the dawn.
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Jack Kerouac |
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bc97ed0
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They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.
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Jack Kerouac |
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b6cb6e4
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Oh my God, sociability is just a big smile and a big smile is nothing but teeth, I wish I could just stay up here and rest and be kind." -- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums"
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Not only was there no traffic but the rain came down in buckets and I had no shelter. I had to run under some pines to take cover; this did no good; I began crying and swearing and socking myself on the head for being such a damn fool.
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Jack Kerouac |
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91f3509
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You know women," confided the fruitseller, ,,they love little cats... they always love the helpless things. But when it comes to men, you know, they'll want them cruel." The youth stranger smiled thinly. ,,Am I right?" laughed the man, slapping the youth on the back and reentering his store with the kitten, chuckling to himself. ,,Maybe so," mumbled the youth to himself. ,,How the hell should I know?"
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44b2a97
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I was getting drunk and didn't care; everything was fine
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Jack Kerouac |
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96cd655
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It was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did.
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you always go for the ones who don't really want you--she really wanted Adam Moorad, she had just been rejected coldly and subterraneanly by Julien--she was interested in thin ascetic strange intellectuals of San Francisco and Berkeley and not in big paranoiac bums of ships and railroads and novels and all that hatefulness which in myself is to myself so evident and so to others too--though and because ten years younger than I seeing none o..
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Jack Kerouac |
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I've got my full rucksack pack and it's spring, I'm going to go Southwest to the dry land, to the long lone land of Texas and Chihuahua and the gay streets of Mexico night, music coming out of doors, girls, wine, weed, wild hats, viva! What does it matter? Like the ants that have nothing to do but dig all day, I have nothing to do but what I want and be kind and remain nevertheless uninfluenced by imaginary judgments and pray for the light.
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Smith, you don't realize it's a privilege to practice giving presents to others.' The way he did it was charming; there was nothing glittery and Christmasy about it, but almost sad, and sometimes his gifts were old beat-up things but they had the charm of usefulness and sadness of his giving.
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Jack Kerouac |
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1c19ba1
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At least I had frost on my nose, boots on my feet, and protest in my mouth.
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protest
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Jack Kerouac |
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I don't think anybody'd remember and certainly do know everybody'd lie. The reason I'm so bitter and, as I said, 'in anguish,' nowadays, or one of the reasons, is that everybody's begun to lie and because they lie they assume that I lie too: they overlook the fact that I remember very well many things (of course I've forgotten some...) I do believe that lying is a sin, unless it's innocent lie based on lack of memory, certainly the giving o..
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lying
illusion
truth
marxian-dialectical-propaganda
lsd
lie
sin
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846237c
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Then a complete silence fell over everybody; where once Dean would have talked his way out, he now fell silent himself, but standing in front of everybody, ragged and broken and idiotic, right under the lightbulbs, his bony mad face covered with sweat and throbbing veins, saying, "Yes, yes, yes," as though tremendous revelations were pouring into him all the time now, and I am convinced they were, and the others suspected as much and were f..
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Jack Kerouac |
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7c1eb14
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I wonder why our life must quiver between beauty and guilt, consummation and sadness, desire and regret, immortality and tattered moments unknowable, truth and beautiful meaningful lies.
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Jack Kerouac |
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96b72d0
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they were experimenting with narcoanalysis and found that Old Bull had seven separate personalities, each growing worse and worse on the way down, till finally he was a raving idiot and had to be restrained with chains. The top personality was an English lord, the bottom the idiot. Halfway he was an old Negro who stood in line, waiting with everyone else and said, "Some's bastards, some's ain't, that's the score."
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Jack Kerouac |
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7a8d479
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Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.
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Jack Kerouac |
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90a60a7
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And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, 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 the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and i..
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Jack Kerouac |
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He had become completely mad in his movements; He seemed to be doing everything at the same time. It was a shaking of the head, up and down, sideways; jerky, vigorous hands; quick walking, sitting, crossing the legs, uncrossing, getting up, rubbing the hands, rubbing his fly, hitching his pants, looking up and saying 'Am,' and sudden slitting of the eyes to see everywhere; and all the time he was grabbing me by the ribs and talking, talking
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mad
energy
crazy
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Jack Kerouac |
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e376b51
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With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.
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Jack Kerouac |
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fdd7693
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Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.
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life-lessons
road-trip
beat-generation
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107edec
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Old Dean's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, "He'll be all right." And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach and all the time I was thinking of Dean and how he got back on the train and rode over three thousand miles over that awful land and never knew why he had come anyway, except to see me."
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Jack Kerouac |
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1b59f35
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But the mountains were mighty solemn, and so was Japhy, and for that matter so was I, and in fact laugher is solemn.
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Jack Kerouac |
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The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
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Jack Kerouac |
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fd779ea
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Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and flute boys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak...just like life.
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life
trails
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be54543
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i've no time To dally hassel In your heart's house, It's too gray I'm too cold- I wanta go to Golden, That's my home.
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Jack Kerouac |
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1aee14b
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Beautiful girls Just primp But beautiful boys Do suffer.
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Jack Kerouac |
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f7574e4
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in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was "The pathway to wisdom lies through excess" (p. 113)"
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wisdom
excess
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Jack Kerouac |
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b86aa22
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I take a nap after supper and dream of the U.S. Navy, a ship anchored near a war scene, at an island, but everything is drowsy as two sailors go up the trail with fishing poles and a dog between them to go make love quietly in the hills: the captain and everybody know they're queer and rather than being infuriated however they're all drowsily enchanted by such gentle love... (p. 119)
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love
lovebia
u-s-navy
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265935a
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Dobbiamo andare e non fermarci finche non siamo arrivati. - Dove andiamo? - Non lo so, ma dobbiamo andare.
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travel
travelling
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Jack Kerouac |
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dbee3cb
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Cos'e quella sensazione che si prova quando ci si allontana in macchina dalle persone e le si vede recedere nella pianura fino a diventare macchioline e disperdersi? E il mondo troppo grande che ci sovrasta, e l'Addio. Ma intanto, ci si proietta in avanti verso una nuova, folle avventura sotto il cielo.
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people
life
travelling
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Jack Kerouac |
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a02c081
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I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.
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Jack Kerouac |
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d029336
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He was out to get back everything he'd lost; there was no end to his loss; this thing would drag on forever.
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loss
life
forever
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Jack Kerouac |
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74b8e09
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We stood under a roadlamp, thumbing, when suddenly cars full of young kids roared by with streamers flying. 'Yaah! Yaah! we won! we won!' they all shouted. Then they yoohooed us and got great glee out of seeing a guy and a girl on the road. Dozens of such cars passed, full of young faces and 'throaty young voices,' as the saying goes. I hated every one of them. Who did they think they were, yaahing at somebody on the road just because they ..
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nzltu mn
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eaf3a4d
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The inside of the cabin with the fire finally going is still the dear lovable abode now as sharp in my mind as I look at it as an unusually well focused snapshot---The sprig of ferns still stands in a glass of water, the books are there, the neat groceries ranged along the wall shelves
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Jack Kerouac |
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a8f1eac
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You spend a whole life of non-interference with the wishes of others, including politicians and the rich, and nobody bothers you and you cut along and make it your own way.
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Jack Kerouac |
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bdfd793
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Gus was looking at him for confirmation of all his sorrows.
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Jack Kerouac |
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0c5e99a
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Becoming acquainted and swallowing fears and settling down to life in the little cabin with its warm glow of woodstove and kerosene lamp and let the ghosts fly their asses off
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Jack Kerouac |
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12254e9
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Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
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_lklyshyht bdyhyt,wkl lbdyhyt Hqyqy@. _dh knta tmlk bsTan f'nt tmlk lkthyr. _lm ysbq lshyy' 'n Hdth--wl Ht~ hdh.!. _Twl lnhr 'rtdy qub`@ lm tkn `l~ rsy. _l`iZm lbshry@ lyst sw~ khTwT mhdwr@ `bthan,lkwn kulh qlb frG llnjwm. _lbnt ljmylt ySn`n lqubwr. _jml l'shy yjb 'n ykwn fy 'nh tnthy. _Hdhy'y nZyf mn lmshyy' fy lmaTr.
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Jack Kerouac |
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fc875c7
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One look at the officials in the American Consulate where we went for dreary paper routines was enough to make you realize what was wrong with American 'diplomacy' throughout the Fellaheen world: - stiff offcious squares with contempt even for their own Americans who happened not to wear neckties, as tho a necktie or whatever it stands for meant anything to the hungry Berbers who came into Tangiers every Saturday morning on meek asses, like..
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Jack Kerouac |
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fe0d395
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You dont have to know a soul to know what I know --- to expect what I'm expecting --- to feel yourself alive and dying in your chest every minute of the livelong day --- When you're young you wanta cry, when you're old you wanta die. But that's too deep for you now, Ti mon Pousse
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youth
death
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Jack Kerouac |
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a708d80
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But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in ..
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