Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
winter men action
I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.
cute eye hair
I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats.
serious
It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.
mean men thinking
Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.
night love-is thinking
I told Terry I was leaving. She had been thinking about it all night and was resigned to it. 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.
baby sadness cowboy
The cowboy music twanged in the roadhouse and carried across the fields, all sadness. It was all right with me. I kissed my baby and we put out the lights.
goodbye travel crazy
It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
life thinking joy
With joy realize for the first time thinking just not thinking-so I don't have to think anymore.
mad literature swirls
The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.
forever ecstasy blessedness
There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever.
sweet winter air
The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.
struggle writing mind
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.
writing men want
Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.
reality identity chaos
You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.