All life is but a skull-bone and
A rack of ribs through which
we keep passing food
Mots clés 1949 journal-april-17
Most of them were running away from something―usually the law.
Jack KerouacAh, holy hole!
Jack KerouacSomething, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.
Jack KerouacPensando nas estrelas noite após noite começo a perceber que 'As estrelas são palavras' e todos os incontáveis mundos da VIa Láctea são palavras, e esse mundo também o é. E percebo que não importa onde eu esteja, seja em um quartinho repleto de ideias ou nesse universo infinito de estrelas e montanhas, tudo está na minha mente. Não há necessidade de solidão. Por isso, ame a vida pelo que ela é e não forme ideias preconcebidas de espécie alguma em sua mente.
Jack KerouacA man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.
Jack KerouacMots clés man beat experience-mistakes-wisdom prose jack-kerouac atop-an-underwood early-stories-and-other-writings
Did you ever stand on a street corner in American at five o'clock in the morning?
I did.
Mots clés america jack-kerouac first-day work-life-balance atop-an-underwood early-stories-and-other-writings early-morning
I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why.
Jack KerouacMots clés inspirational loneliness beat prose jack-kerouac young-writers atop-an-underwood albert-halper locomotive
I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?
Jack KerouacMots clés beat death-and-dying prose fear-of-death jack-kerouac fleeting-life atop-an-underwood early-stories-and-other-writings youth-is-temporary
A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him for
many reasons. But the
poet persists. He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what any of his
fellow men say. In his
eternal search for truth, the
poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless in a
society built on time.
Mots clés society beat prose-poetry optimist jack-kerouac timeless atop-an-underwood early-stories-and-other-writings the-poet
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