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
grateful light faster
The Grateful Dead are faster than light drive.
oregon rivers looks
Along the western slopes of the Oregon Coastal Range . . . come look: the hysterical crashing of tributaries as they merge into the Wakonda Auga River . . .
laughter men laughing
It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down to your hips. Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.
writing famous-writers enjoyed
I've enjoyed being a famous writer-except that every once in a while you have to write something.
offering able habit
Of offering more than what I can deliver, I have a bad habit, it is true. But I have to offer more than I can deliver, To be able to deliver what I do.
laughing people guy
He's the sort of guy that gets a laugh out of people.
literature ritual knows
Ritual is necessary for us to know anything.
powerful men thinking
Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become. Hitler an example. Fair makes the old brain reel, doesn't it?
apology winning thinking
I used to think we were going to win in the '60s. Nixon went out and I thought we won.
stupid mad peaceful
To be just without being mad (and the madder you get the madder you get), to be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical... smoke grass.
squirrels pieces intricate
Tricker the Squirrel is the best piece I ever wrote. It's intricate.
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...
fighting want littles
If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?
interesting answers mystery
The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery.