As Jack Kerouac once said " I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revision and endless reshaping speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day, the sentence had no feeling, Goddam it, feeling is what I like in art, not craftiness and the hiding of freedom."
Long has Jack Kerouac permeated my world, he has taught me a lot. This Beat icon, poet, writer and creator of spontaneous Bop prosity. He has helped shape me into the idealist I have become today. The eternal beatnik would have turned 93 today, his spirit lives today in my head and the road travels on and on.
His words like a gateway drug, that helped me search for horizons, ways to be free, leading me to discover the works of his friends, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs, Gary Snyder, Herbert Huncke etc etc . He was flawed but deep, far from perfect, " Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road "- Jack Kerouac; on the road . Thank you Jack, "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are made to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirious of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous Roman Candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle you see the blue center - light pop and everything goes ahh..." - JK
Jack Kerouac - Jazz and prose
Jack Kerouac- American Hiaku-
Old Angel Moonlight (Friday afternoon in the universe)
Jack Kerouac reads from "On the Road"