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"All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together."

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 21:13:17 -0400

“All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.”

- Jack Kerouac

"Holding up my purring cat to the moon I sighed."

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 21:13:04 -0400

“Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.”

- Jack Kerouac, American Haiku, 1959

"On soft spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars something good will come out of all..."

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 01:53:29 -0400

“On soft spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars
something good will come out of all things yet
and it will be golden and eternal just like that
there’s no need to say another word.”

- Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (1962)

"Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun..."

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 01:53:21 -0400

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”

- Jack Kerouac

"I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was..."

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 01:53:12 -0400

““I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.””

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

"Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces,..."

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 03:42:54 -0400

“Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.”

- Jack Kerouac, On The Road

"… and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, that I didn’t know who..."

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 17:33:57 -0400

“… and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, that I didn’t know who I was… I was far away from home haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing this hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost…”

- Jack Kerouac, On The Road

"Now you just dig them in front. They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking..."

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 13:06:41 -0400

“Now you just dig them in front. They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there - and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see. But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won’t be at peace unless they can latch on to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.”

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

"It was warm and soft. I wanted to go and get Rita again and tell her a lot more things, and really..."

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 08:37:24 -0400

“It was warm and soft. I wanted to go and get Rita again and tell her a lot more things, and really make love to her this time, and calm her fears about men. Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious. I heard the Denver and Rio Grande locomotive howling off to the mountains. I wanted to pursue my star further.”

- Jack Kerouac “On The Road”

"No telegram today only more leaves fell."

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 18:03:54 -0400

“No telegram today
only more leaves
fell.”

- Jack Kerouac

"‘…’Twere good enough to have been born just to die, as we all are. Something will come of it in the..."

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 08:54:26 -0400

“‘…’Twere good enough to have been born just to die, as we all are. Something will come of it in the Milky Ways of eternity stretching in front of all our phantom unjaundiced eyes, friends.’”

- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

"The hobo has two watches you can’t buy in Tiffany’s, on one wrist the sun, on the other wrist the..."

Fri, 11 May 2012 11:35:25 -0400

“The hobo has two watches you can’t buy in Tiffany’s, on one wrist the sun, on the other wrist the moon, both bands are made of sky.”

- Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler

"I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim…"

Fri, 11 May 2012 11:33:59 -0400

“I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim…”

- Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

readitagainpapa: 14th Chorus by Jack Kerouac from Book of...

Wed, 09 May 2012 23:08:11 -0400

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14th Chorus by Jack Kerouac from Book of Blues

readitagainpapa: 10th Chorus -Jack Kerouac from Book of Blues

Wed, 09 May 2012 23:07:35 -0400

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10th Chorus -Jack Kerouac from Book of Blues

"Following each other my two cats stop when it thunders."

Thu, 03 May 2012 18:49:36 -0400

“Following each other
my two cats stop
when it thunders.”

- Jack Kerouac, American Haiku

"Being overpowered by the sadness of not knowing what there is in the world, and what I’m doing...."

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 20:22:12 -0400

“Being overpowered by the sadness of not knowing what there is in the world, and what I’m doing. Feeling completely indifferent to good and evil too, to beauty or anything else. I know that this is the root of all human troubles, all of them.”

- Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac

"I fear mostly my inability to capture all the things that come, I fear their mysterious source, I..."

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 19:18:27 -0400

“I fear mostly my inability to capture all the things that come, I fear their mysterious source, I fear their fate, I fear me, in short. This is true…it’s like finding a river of gold when you haven’t even got a cup to save a cupfull…you’ve but a thimble, and that thimble is your pathetic brain and labour and humanness.”

- Jack Kerouac, Journals: June 16th, 1948

"Each writer has his dream, of course each man has his dream, and my dream, compounded of so many..."

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 19:13:57 -0400

“Each writer has his dream, of course each man has his dream, and my dream, compounded of so many things, of glee and infolding darkness and joy, of sweet companionship under the eaves of home, of sad humility and gravity, of something like little children, home, wonder, sweetness, simplicity, solace in the raw world, of sorrowful contemplation of the chronicle of lives, human people loving, trusting people, a million things, all of them somehow dark in that they do not glitter—a dream, too of classless society undivided by pomps and worldly vanities and envies—a dream not for perfection in the world but of simple trust, simple desire for happiness and fruition, simple and sincere struggle, and Godliness of intention—something sweet, dark, and how many words do I have to mass to explain it!”

- Jack Kerouac, Journals: May 15, 1948

"There’s a purpose to knowledge…salvation. What good are my visions or your visions, beautifully and..."

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 19:13:04 -0400

“There’s a purpose to knowledge…salvation. What good are my visions or your visions, beautifully and laboriously worked out in art, if the purpose of it is not to save the something in our souls and make it all beautiful.”

- Jack Kerouac, Journals: Monday, May 31, 1948