Tag Archives: Jack Kerouac

Direction

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going in the opposite direction in this too-big world.

~ Jack Kerouac

The Mad Ones

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.”

~ Jack Kerouac

Writing Slowly With Revisions ~ Jack Kerouac

“I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no FEELING. Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.”
~ Jack Kerouac

The Beat Generation ~ Jack Kerouac

“The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way.”
~ Jack Kerouac

Bored Solitude ~ Jack Kerouac

“No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength”
– Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac

I came to a point where
I needed solitude and
just stop the machine
of thinking and enjoying
what they call living,
I just wanted to lie in
the grass and look at
the clouds.

Jack Kerouac

Short Fiction

Spotted Jack Kerouac and a few of
his beat friends, discussing how
life could be beautiful.
Thought I would and give a listen
to their back and forth ideas, and
believe me, it was all good. It seems
the flow of their words was all
encompassing, never shouting, smiles
all around.
When they are done, they will go their
separate ways, only to meet up again,
soon.

Thinking

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
— Jack Kerouac