...the/ supreme end-result of/ early Gothic phallic forms/ is the skyscraper
Jack KerouacMots clés civilization city skyscraper
For the first four years of my life, while he lived, I was not Ti Jean Duluoz, I was Gerard, the world was his face, the flower of his face, the pale stooped disposition, the heartbreakingness and the holiness and his teachings of tenderness to me, and my mother constantly reminding me tonpay attention to his goodness and advice.
Jack KerouacMots clés jack-kerouac visions-of-gerard
Si seguis asi vais a volveros locos, pero por favor mantenedme al corriente de lo que os sucede en el camino.
Jack Kerouac...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.
Jack KerouacA feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.
Jack KerouacDean, ragged in a motheaten overcoat he brought specially for the freezing temperatures of the East, walked off alone, and the last I saw of him he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue, eyes on the street ahead, and bent to it again. Poor little Laura, my baby, to whom I'd told everything about Dean, began almost to cry.
Jack KerouacSo I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly.
Jack KerouacWith frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.
Jack KerouacIt was remarkable how Dean could go mad and then suddenly continue with his soul - which I think is wrapped up in a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road - calmly and sanely as though nothing had happened.
Jack KerouacOld 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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