Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
artist epic mad
How I wished I'd have had a camera of my own, a mad mental camera that could register pictorial shots, of the photographic artist himself prowling about for his ultimate shot - an epic in itself. (On the road with Robert Frank, 1958)
eye age decay
...[the photographer] can be considered a kind of disembodied burrowing eye, a conspirator against time and its hammers. His work, print after print of it, seems to call to be shown before the decay which it portrays flattens all... Here are the records of the age before an imminent collapse.
girl wisdom want
"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.
crazy world i-realized
I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.
life giving-up yelling
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.
poet lays
I'd better be a poet Or lay down dead.
writing dark simple
I have the right ideas, but my words are too... complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won't get lost in the dark when they see and hear them. I want them to shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
madhouses
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.
dream world wonderful
I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.
thinking vision facts
The fact was I had the vision... I think everyone has... what we lack is the method.
hangover heart sleep
All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things where, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep that Burroughs was experiencing with a good big mainline shot of M. and advertising executives in NY were experiencing with twelve Scotch & Sodas in Stouffers before they made the drunkard's train to Westchester---but without hangovers.
believe flower world
Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.
real world would-be
What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.
thinking forever moments
It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.