Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouacwas an American novelist and poet...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1922
CityLowell, MA
CountryUnited States of America
country home tin-cans
I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.
tired heart mean
Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone
beautiful girl sweet
Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.
white ties clouds
Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?
love-you care way
I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.
water walking-on-water walking
Walking on water wasn't built in a day.
cat realizing
Cats yawn because they realize that there's nothing to do.
may tomorrow dies
We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.
night rainy myth
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.
world done timeless
I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.
winter men action
I don't wanta hear all your word descriptions of words words words you made up all winter, man I wanta be enlightened by actions.
cute eye hair
I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats.
serious
It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.
mean men thinking
Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.