Fuck Yeah, Jack Kerouac!

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Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg, 1959

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quote: Jack Kerouac

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On the Road, Jack Kerouac

So awesome.

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The first UK edition of On The Road, published by A. Deutsch in 1958, featured cover art by Len Deighton, later author of such bestsellers as Funeral In Berlin and Len Deighton’s Action Cookbook.

(Source: Highlights of the Monash University Library Rare Books Collection)

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Jack Kerouac, 1964

Jack Kerouac on visit to Manhattan, last time he stopped at my apartment 704 East 5th Street, Lower East Side, he then looked like his father, corpuletn red-faced W.C. Fields yawning with mortal horror, eyes closed a moment on D.M.T. visions - I’d brought some back from Millbrook where I’d recently been with Neal Cassady in Kesey’s bus, Pre-election 1964 Fall

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Kerouac's Tips

  Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Submissive to everything, open, listening

Try never get drunk outside yr own house

Be in love with yr life

Something that you feel will find its own form

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind

Blow as deep as you want to blow

Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind

The unspeakable visions of the individual

No time for poetry but exactly what is

Visionary tics shivering in the chest

In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you

Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition

Like Proust be an old teahead of time

Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog

The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea

Accept loss forever

Believe in the holy contour of life

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind

Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better

Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning

No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it

Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form

In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness

Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better

You're a Genius all the time

Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

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this just reminded me of how much i can’t wait for The Letters to come out in paperback.

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Jack Kerouac. “Stella by Jack.” Pencil on paper, 1966(?). NYPL, Berg Collection.

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Jack Kerouac. “Self-Portrait as a Boy.” Oil, crayon, charcoal, pencil, and ink on paper, ca. 1960. NYPL, Berg Collection.

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"Burroughs has gone insane!"

To read more, click the picture.

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Bowery Blues

The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside,  I don't know why Something so conditional And all talk Should hurt me so. I am hurt I am scared I want to live I want to die I don't know Where to turn In the Void And when To cut Out For no Church told me No Guru holds me No advice Just stone Of New York And on the cafeteria We hear The saxophone O dead Ruby Died of Shot In Thirty Two,  Sounding like old times And de bombed Empty decapitated Murder by the clock. And I see Shadows Dancing into Doom In love, holding TIght the lovely asses Of the little girls In love with sex Showing themselves In white undergarments At elevated windows Hoping for the Worst. I can't take it Anymore If I can't hold My little behind To me in my room Then it's goodbye Sangsara For me Besides Girls aren't as good As they look And Samadhi Is better Than you think When it starts in Hitting your head In with Buzz Of glittergold Heaven's Angels Wailing Saying We've been waiting for you Since Morning, Jack Why were you so long Dallying in the sooty room?  This transcendental Brilliance Is the better part (of Nothingness I sing)  Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop. 

By Jack Kerouac

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“Now Jack as I warned you”… William Burroughs… lecturing… Jack Kerouac… Manhattan, 206 East 7th St. Apt. 16, Fall 1953; printed 1984-1997

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Kerouac reads from "On the Road"