Ken Kesey
Ken Kesey
Kenneth Elton "Ken" Keseywas an American novelist, essayist, and countercultural figure. He considered himself a link between the Beat Generation of the 1950s and the hippies of the 1960s...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth17 September 1935
CityLa Junta, CO
CountryUnited States of America
book writing taught-us
Luckily, I remembered something Malcolm Cowley had taught us at Stanford - perhaps the most important lesson a writing class (not a writer, understand, but a class) can ever learn. 'Be gentle with one another's efforts,' he often admonished us. 'Be kind and considerate with your criticism. Always remember that it's just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book.'
able horror framework
They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.
character mad people
You, and in fact quite a lot of your generation, have in some way been exiled from that particular sanctuary. It's become almost impossible for someone to "go mad" in the classical sense. At one time people conveniently "went mad" and were never heard from again. Like a character in a romantic novel. But now you are too hip to yourself on a psychological level. You all are too intimate with too many of the symptoms of insanity to be caught completely off your guard.
corn neighbor shovels
You don't plow under the corn because the seed was planted with a neighbor's shovel.
looks ems
The dead's dead ... get 'em in the ground and look to the live ones.
sex moon light
We made love. How pedestrian the words look-trite, worn, practically featureless with use-but how can one better describe that which happens when it happens? That creation? That magic blending? I might say we became figures in a mesmerized dance before the rocking talisman of the moon, starting slow, so slow... a pair of feathers drifting through clear liquid substance of sky... gradually accelerating, faster and faster and finally into photon existence of pure light... as my whole straining body burst like fluid electricity into hers.
literature spirit
The Haight is just a place; the '60s was a spirit.
getting-high literature fats
The '60s aren't over; they won't be over until the Fat Lady gets high.
eye fire waiting
Listen, wait, and be patient. Every shaman knows you have to deal with the fire that's in your audience's eye.
squirrels pieces intricate
Tricker the Squirrel is the best piece I ever wrote. It's intricate.
stupid mad peaceful
To be just without being mad (and the madder you get the madder you get), to be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical... smoke grass.
believe men bigs
I believe that a man should be... as big as he feels it in him to be!
eye loss ears
See with your ears and hear with your eyes.
waiting pranksters bus
There are going to be times when we can't wait for somebody. Now, you're either on the bus or off the bus.