#Kerouac

[zegalba]

Chrome Hearts in Kerouac Magazine (1998)

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[fetusmonkey]

"accesories & shoe flash" kerouac vol. 2 (1998)

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Take only memories, leave only tyre tracks.

[lets-get-lit]

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. 

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

[skf-fineart]

Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)

Heart and Handgun, Oil on paper, 9" x 12"

[hilltopdog75]

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

" Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. "

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

[armzsoup]

source

Snap in the Room, Kera Magazine, March 2001

[tyin-cherry-knots]

having a crush on a vaguely communist girl while writing a paper on the beat poets is so cute for me like let’s run away and have a Kerouac-esque road trip! Let’s be bums babe!

[philosophybitmaps]

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I always identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you've seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.

Jack Kerouac

[zegalba]

Kerouac Magazine Vol. 4 1998.

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[fetusmonkey]

various bags, shoes, and accessories flashes from kerouac, vol. 5 (1998)

[senor-plume]

Kerouac Coffin

red brick sewn together with piano wire

cheap Lambrusco pillow

trumpet echo bounces around dead skull

there's no snoring just dry dharma bone rotting under New England mud

[ericblancony]

Sounds like Kerouac. Or maybe one of Bret Easton Ellis's more pervy characters. Or an episode of Wednesday. Interpretation's a thing.

[noosphe-re]

Jack Kerouac, "Belief & Technique for Modern Prose"

(source: https://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88v/kerouac-technique.html)

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Submissive to everything, open, listening

Try never get drunk outside yr own house

Be in love with yr life

Something that you feel will find its own form

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind

Blow as deep as you want to blow

Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind

The unspeakable visions of the individual

No time for poetry but exactly what is

Visionary tics shivering in the chest

In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you

Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition

Like Proust be an old teahead of time

Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog

The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself

Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea

Accept loss forever

Believe in the holy contour of life

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind

Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better

Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning

No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge

Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it

Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form

In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness

Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better

You're a Genius all the time

Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven