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
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.
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.
men nurse missing
But, gee," the other nurse says, "what on earth would MAKE a man want to do something like disrupt the ward for, Miss Ratched? What possible motive...?""You seem to forget, MISS Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.
talking mind kind
Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.
cat writing gone
But the more I read... after awhile... I begin to find they were all writing about the same thing, this same dull old here-today-gone-tomorrow scene... Shakespeare, Milton, Matthew Arnold, even Baudelaire, even this cat whoever he was that wrote Beowulf... the same scene for the same reasons and to the same end, whether it was Dante with his pit or Baudelaire with his pot... the same dull old scene...