Jack wrote like Neal talked.
Submitted by ArkAngel over 4 years ago
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If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. If you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.
Submitted by earthtojennifer over 4 years ago
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Submitted by pandorasinbox about 6 years ago
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night
Submitted by laura almost 7 years ago
Interviewer: How about the Beats? [Have you read any books by] Someone like Jack Kerouac, for instance, who died a few years ago?
Wodehouse: Jack Kerouac died! Did he?
Wodehouse: Oh . . . Gosh, they do die off, don’t they?
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
Submitted by pandorasinbox about 7 years ago
My nerdy heart beats faster every time I look at it.
Submitted by ArkAngel about 7 years ago
Howl is the howl of the generation, the howl of black jackets, of James Dean, of hip beat angels, of mad saints, of cool Zen, the howl of the withdrawn, of the crazy sax-man, of the endless vision whose visionary is Allen Ginsberg, young sensitive timid mad beautiful poet howler of Kerouac's Beat Generation.
No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake. Loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats…these are the facts.
Submitted by flackboy over 7 years ago