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"I
hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others
but give them life, and not only life but that great consciousness
of life..." |
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"...they
danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as
I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because
the people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn,
burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across
the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody
goes "Awww!""-Part 1 Chapter 1. "It was drizzling and mysterious at
the beginning of our journey. I could see that it was all going to
be one big sags of the mist. "Whooee!" yelled Dean. "Here we go!"
And he hunched over the wheel and gunned her; he was back in his element,
everybody could see that. We were delighted, we all realized we were
leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble
function of the time, move."
-On The Road. |
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"
After a while my meditations and studies began to bear fruit. It really
started late in January, one frosty night in the woods in the dead
silence it seemed I almost heard the words said: 'Everything is all
right forever and forever and forever.'. I let out a big Hoo, one
o' clock in the morning, the dogs leaped up and exulted. I felt like
yelling it to the stars. I clasped my hands and prayed, 'O, Wise and
serene spirit of Awakenhood, everything's all right forever and forever
and forever and thank you and thank you and thank you amen.' What'd
I care about the tower of ghouls, and sperm and bones and dust, I
felt free and therefore I was free." |
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" They got nothing on me at the university 49th Chorus - From Mexico City Blues |
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"...they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"" -Part 1 Chapter 1. -On The Road. |
| "It
was drizzling and mysterious at the beginning of our journey. I could
see that it was all going to be one big sags of the mist. "Whooee!"
yelled Dean. "Here we go!" And he hunched over the wheel and gunned
her; he was back in his element, everybody could see that. We were delighted,
we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing
our one and noble function of the time, move." -On The Road. |
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"My moments in Denver were coming to an end, I could feel it when I walked her home, on the way back I stretched out on the grass of an old church with a bunch of hobos , and their talk made me want to get back on that road. Every now and then one would get up and hit a passer-by for a dime. They talked of harvests moving north. It was warm and soft. I wanted to go go and get Rita again and tell her a lot more things, and really make love to her this time, and calm her fears about men. Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious. I heard the Denver and Rio Grande locomotive howling off to the mountains. I wanted to persue my star further." -On The Road. |