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 time and universal blood.
Jack KerouacAt night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
Jack KerouacTags: existential
O wind, songs have ye in her name? Plucked her did ye from midnight blasted millyard winds and made her renown ring in stone and brick and ice? Hard implacable bridges of iron cross her milk of brows? God bent from his steel arc welded her a hammer of honey and of balm?
The rutted mud of hardrock Time . . . was it wetted, springified, greened, blossomied for me to grow in nameless bloodied lutey naming of her? Wood on cold trees would her coffin bare? Keys of stone rippled by icy streaks would ope my needy warm interiors and make her eat the soft sin of me? No iron bend or melt to make my rocky travail ease--I was all alone, my fate was banged behind an iron door, I'd come like butter looking for Hot Metals to love, I'd raise my feeble orgone bones and let them be rove and split the half and goop the big sad eyes to see it and say nothing. The laurel wreath is made of iron, and thorns of nails; acid spit, impossible mountains, and incomprehensible satires of blank humanity--congeal, cark, sink and seal my blood--
Tags: love
In winter darkness, the Baghdad Arabian keen blue deepness of the piercing lovely January winter's dusk--it used to tear my heart out, one stabbing soft star was in the middle of the magicalest blue, throbbing like love--I saw Maggie's black hair in this night-- In the shelves of Orion her eye shades, borrowed, gleamed a dark and proud vellum somber power brooding rich bracelets of the moon rose from our snow, and surrounded the mystery.
Jack KerouacTags: love
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.
Jack Kerouacthose who're good stay in Heaven,they've been in Heaven from the beginning
Jack KerouacHát ennyi volt az én hollywoodi karrierem - ez volt az utolsó estém Hollywoodban, a parkoló klotyója mögött ültem, és kentem a mustárt a szendvicseimre.
Jack KerouacTags: hungarian-quote
A kalapos tenorszaxis épp egy csodálatos impro csúcsára hágott, az emelkedő-süllyedő riff az „Í-JÁ“-ból átment az őrültebb „Í-dil-lij-já!“-ba és együtt zengett a csikkheges dobok görgő robajával, amiket egy drabálisan és brutálisan nagydarab bikanyaku fickó csépelt, akit nem érdekelt semmi más, csak szadizta a szerkóját, brimm, ritili-bumm, brimm.
Jack KerouacLonely as America, a throatpierced sound in the night.
Jack Kerouac(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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