~ John Muir
~ John Muir
“Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November! - and the bright calm sun, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning the earth to darkness, and wild forlornness, and night, as men shiver in their coats and hurry home. And then the lights of home glowing in those desolate deeps. There are the stars, though! - high and sparkling in a spiritual firmament. We will walk in the windsweeps, gloating in the envelopment of ourselves, seeking the sudden grinning intelligence of humanity below these abysmal beauties.Now the roaring midnight fury and the creaking of our hinges and windows, now the winder, now the understanding of the earth and our being on it: this drama of enigmas and double-depths and sorrows and grave joys, these human things in the elemental vastness of the windblown world.”
- Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954
“I would say he [Jack Kerouac] offered his heart to the United States and the United States rejected his heart. And he realized what suffering the United States was in for, and so the tragedy of America, as (Walt) Whitman had seen the tragedy of the United States. "When the singer of the nation finds that the nation has sickened, what happens to the singer of the nation?" This is Gregory Corso’s question. And America, by his day, was sick. Militarily sick. Military-Industrial-Complex had taken over. Hard-heartedness had taken over. Everything that as a Canuck-peasant Kerouac hated had taken over - the mechanization, the impersonality, the homogenization, the money-grabbing, the disrespect for person - that had all taken over. And vast wars - and the attack on the provincial in the wars. So I would say America broke his heart.”
– Allen Ginsberg (via amagicalmistake)
“How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.”
– Bob Dylan (via observando)
Jack Kerouac and Lucien Carr probably the same month Allen Ginsberg met Jack for the first time, late Spring 1944, Columbia College Campus. c. Allen Ginsberg Estate.
Neal with a brewski.
Sometimes I forget how handsome Jack Kerouac was. Then I see a picture of Jack Kerouac.
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via emmmex)