port-the-helm:

Jack Kerouac in Orlando, Florida, January 1958, retyping the scroll of The Dharma Bums onto conventional pages.

neuronjuice:

Jack Kerouac

(Source: sinceimstillherelivin)

Who knows, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty? —  Jack Kerouac (via thisadventuretour)

(Source: laurenaspencer)

Jack Kerouac - 1942 Naval Reserve photograph - courtesy The Archive - Sketches on Kerouac

(Source: yonqui)

revoirlamer:

Described by Kerouac as being about “man’s simple revolt from society as it is, with the inequalities, frustration, and self-inflicted agonies”, the 158-page handwritten manuscript was Kerouac’s first novel, but was not published during his lifetime.

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I don’t have to tell you what I believe, because you don’t believe in belief, and neither do I, but I do believe… (I really do).
I believe in shelter from the cold, and good food, and drinks and many women all around, the interplay of sexes and much happy meaningless talk, and tales, and books, and Dickensy joy. I even believe in your existence. I believe that soon we will die, go mad, give up, drop off. I believe in children and everything (see how false that sentence is?) I believe that when I talk to you I feel I have to be false. Thus the hysteria of the subway. I used to be more truthful to you when I used to glare at you and call you names. Now I pretend to believe like you and to be like you. I don’t. —  Jack Kerouac to Allen Ginsberg, 1948 (via fearandslothing)

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bad-moon-rising:

THIS is The Great American Novel. Right here. I won’t change my mind.

taotechill:

by Johnny Depp

The Rolling Stone Book Of The Beats

First published in Rolling Stone Magazine July 22, 1999

Wonderful.