Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac
giovane scrittore si firmava john kerouac
SEDUTO SULLA
SEDIA
NEL SUOLO MATTINALE
NON E' SEDUTO SU NESSUNA
SEDIA IN ALCUN TERRENO
MATTINALE
NON RITORNANDO, NON
NON-RITORNANDO
NESSUN KARMA NESSUN
NON-KARMA
FELICITA' CHE ABITA
IN PACE IN SOLITUDINE
NEL CUORE DELLA
FORESTA
NON
DIMORA IN NESSUN LUOGO
INFELICITA'
CHE ABITA
IN ANSIA IN SOCIETA
NEL CUORE DELLA
CITTA
NON
DIMORA IN NESSUN LUOGO
NON-DUE
SIGNIFICA
NESSUN DIMORANTE
NELLA SUA
DIMORA
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is there a beat generation ? - forum at hunter college - new york - 8 november 1958 |
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Tangier 1957 . War, he thought . Our nation has plunged it's mighty sinews into war . . My generation, he whispered is making the sacrifice . It is suffering . Only through suffering does one learn love and fulfillment . I believe I am correct in saying so . My generation, my world is not lost . my generation my world 1943 - fb/beatpoemsontheroad |
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To hell with all the doubters & bastards that lurk inside my
soul the unknown kerouac - rare, unpublished & Nnewly translated writings - books.google |
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Then we sailed down into the Irish Sea, laid anchor off Belfast, waited
there for some British convoy boats and crossed the Irish Sea that afternoon
and night straight for Liverpool. 1943 .
The year the Beatles were born there, ha ha ha . ... I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy, and I picked on the world. And of course I was right . vanity of duluoz : an adventurous education 1935-46 - fb/jk |
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My eyes were glued on life and they
were full of tears i miei occhi erano incollati sulla vita. Ed erano pieni di lacrime ... The romantics have more on the ball than the others Those who laugh at the romantics are just jealous bank clerks and unsuccessful writers who become critics A romantic is a realist who digs in and lives so that he can learn more about everything Who really knows more about realism than the romantic ? ... Inward success he desired and - as youth will - he saw no reason for admitting that inward success could only be won at the expense of outward success Both were within reach, both were available, as far as he could see Why not ? the haunted life and other writings ... A poet is a blind optimist The world is against him for many reasons . But the poet persists He believes that he is on the right track, no matter what any of his fellow men say In his eternal search for truth, the poet is alone. He tries to be timeless in a society built on time ... … if tears shall wash away the cruelty of our years, and sow the seeds of pity in our black and broken hearts, remind us that life is brief and lovely, not long and foolish, that it is strange and beautiful, yea as a dream, then so let it be, if it must be tears, if tears alone may serve ... ... Jack Kerouac is a little man-creature, standing so high and weighing just about enough to crack some thin ice . He’s a hell of a punk, not because he wants to devote his life to talking to his fellow men and telling them some helpful things, but because he insists on being an unusual man-creature, rather than a mediocre man-creature . ... A novel is a story of a man’s development, I think Development is the soul of Fate . My first novel will be a novel Everything develops, and then dies . That’s a novel . This novel is now ended ... The page is long, blank, and full of truth When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words atop an underwood : early stories and other writings - fb/jk |
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The beauty of things must be that they end ... I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter and paint memories of Arles - I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that - I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours ... love is a completely endless thing, it’s the April row when feelers reach for everything tristessa < |
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Così io separo le mie frasi come se fossero
respiri diversi della mente paris review - interview 1968 ... that's how i therefore separate my sentences, as breath separations of the mind |
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big drinkling & piano parties - christmas come and gone |
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest . If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved . ... I must believe in the
lives of people & the history of their reality - I must become a
historian - observe their history of society & write histories of the world
in wild hallucinated places I have seen, written for angels not the the
publishers & readers - a complete history of my complete inner life
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being crazy is
essere pazzo è |
Ce n'è ancora, di strada
The sight of the canyon down there as we
An awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going and actually I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else . ... It’ll take you eternities to get rid of me,’ she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I’ll never get rid of her – I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her . ... It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared . Mi rende sempre orgoglioso amare il mondo in qualche modo - è così facile in confronto . ... It’s just amazing how inside our own souls we can lift out so much strength I think it would be enough strength to move mountains at that, to lift our boots up again and go clomping along happy out of nothing but the good source power in our bones . ... take it easy, everything’s okay, don’t take things too serious, it’s bad enough as it is without you going the deep end over imaginary conceptions . ...
I feel guilty for
being a member
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- Se non mi do una mossa subito
sono spacciato - negli ultimi tre anni di disperazione ubriaca una disperazione fisica e spirituale e metafisica che non si può imparare a scuola per quanti libri si leggano
sull'esistenzialismo o sul pessimismo ... Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word . ... And it’s finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for ' cities ' at last, you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evenings'll unfold like Paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillness in the wilds - so I tell myself ' Be Wise ' . ... You dont have to torture your consciousness with endless thinking . ... Se non scrivo quello che vedo effettivamente accadere su questo globo infelice racchiuso nei contorni del mio teschio penserò che il povero Dio mi abbia mandato sulla terra per niente . ...
il mare non parlava per frasi ma per versi
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Si può sempre andare oltre oltre – non si finisce mai jk |
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It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes
down forever And until then what you got to lose but the losing ? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing ... None of this means anything for krissakes speak up & be true or shut up & go to bed ... And if you dont like the tone of my poems You can go jump in the lake book of blues |
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poveri cuori umani che battono dappertutto
... Ho un sacco di soldi e i soldi sono solo soldi . ... I started to cry . And I looked up and saw the bleak pines by the bleak mills of Roanoke Rapids with one final despair, like the despair of a man who has nothing left to do but leave the earth forever . ... And Raphael’s grimace meaks - sic - me a leak-tear right quick, I see it, I suffer, we all suffer, people die in your arms, it’s too much to bear yet you’ve got to go on as though nothing was happening, right ? right, readers ? ... The only truth is music ... Because all these serious faces’ll drive you mad, the only meaning is without meaning - Music blends with the heartbeat universe and we forget the brain beat . ...
Everything is going to the beat - It's the beat
generation, it be-at, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart,
it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown and like in
ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat and
servants spinning pottery to a beat ... He has a face that looks like everybody you've ever known and seen on the street in your generation, a sweet face - Hard to describe - sad eyes, cruel lips, expectant gleam, swaying to the beat, tall, MAJESTICAL . ... Giornate di tanto tempo fa quando avrei potuto semplicemente salire al piano di sopra e baciare mia madre o mio padre e dire ' Mi piacete perché un giorno sarò un vecchio vagabondo nella desolazione e sarò solo e triste ' . ... Hold together, Jack, pass through everything, everything is one dream, one appearance, one flash, one sad eye, one crystal luci d mystery, one word - Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and simply be-be-be the infinite fertilities of the one mind of infinity, make no comments, complaints, criticisms, appraisals, avowals, sayings, shooting starts of thought, just flow, flow, be you all, be you what it is, it is only what it always is - Hope is a word like a snow-drift - This is the Great Knowing, this is the Awakening, this is Voidness - So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and dont be sorry -... COME PUO QUALSIASI COSA FINIRE ? ... Every night I still ask the Lord ' Why ? ' and haven’t heard a decent answer yet . ... My life is a vast and insane legend reaching everywhere without beginning or ending .
... ... Black black black black bling bling bling bling black black black black bling bling bling bling black black black black bling bling bling jk - desolation angels ... Tieni duro Jack, passa attraverso tutte le cose, e tutte le cose sono un solo sogno, una sola immagine, un solo baleno, un solo occhio triste, un solo lucido mostro di cristallo, una sola parola - Tieniti forte, amico, ritrova il tuo amore per la vita e scendi giù da questa montagna e semplicemente sii - sii - sii le infinite fertilità dell'unica mente infinita, non formulare commenti, lagnanze, critiche, lodi, ammissioni massime, meteore di pensiero, semplicemente scorri, scorri, sii tutto, sii ciò che è, e solo quello che sempre è . angeli della desolazione - 1965 - libro I parte I - desolazione nella solitudine - trad. m.corona |
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Sono cambiato io e non il vuoto e ho fatto tutto questo e sono andato e venuto e mi sono lamentato e ferito e ho gioito e urlato angeli di desolazione |
Scoppieranno guerre per gli occhi delle donne ...
We live to long - so long
I will so shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry angeli di desolazione |
Ero una volta
giovane e aggiornato e lucido e sapevo parlare di
tutto con nervosa intelligenza e con chiarezza e senza far tanti retorici
preamboli come faccio ora; in altre parole questa è la storia di uno
sfiduciato che non è più padrone di sé e insieme la storia di un egomaniaco,
per costituzione e non per facezia - questo tanto per cominciare
dal principio con ordine ed enucleare la verità, perché è proprio questo che
voglio fare. - Cominciò una calda notte d'estate, sì, con
lei seduta su un parafango quando Julien Alexander che sarebbe... Ma
cominciamo dalla storia dei sotterranei di San Francisco .
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I have lots of things to teach you now,
in case we ever
meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in
North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night . It said that
Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry . It's all like a
dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our
thinking-minds . But in our true blissful essence of mind is
known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever .
Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity . It is perfect . We were never really born, we will never really die . It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about . I know this from staring at mountains months on end . They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born. ... Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it's that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through - originality . the portable JK |
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I’m not the smiling type ... Always considered writing my duty on earth ... Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize ' The stars are words ' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too . And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind . There’s no need for solitude . So love life for what it is, and form no preconceptions whatever in your mind . ... After all this kind of fanfare, and even more, I came to a point where I needed solitude and to just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds ... ... Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it . The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream . ... ... learn the secret of my human heart, give me the thing, give me your hand, take me to the emerald mountains beyond the city, take me to the safe place, be kind, be nice, smile - I’m too tired now of everything else - ... Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub . ... No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength . Learning for instance, to eat when he’s hungry and sleep when he’s sleepy . lonesome traveler |
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se Gesù sedesse alla mia
scrivania questa notte, guardando fuori dalla finestra, tutta quella gente
che ride felice per l’inizio delle vacanze estive, forse sorriderebbe e
ringrazierebbe suo Padre. Non lo
so. La gente deve 'vivere',
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Happy Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live . All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters . And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all . . the dharma bums . |
You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go ... Ignorance is the absence of enlightenment ... One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls ...
I have the right ideas, but my words are too ...
complicated . I need to simplify them, so that people won't get
lost in the dark when they see and hear them . I want them to
shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness .
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It was all completely serious all completely hallucinated all completely happy .... The silence was an intense roar the dharma bums |
Meglio dormire libero in un letto scomodo che dormire prigioniero in un letto comodo Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree i vagabondi del dharma - dharma bums |
A real h a i k u 's
gotta be as simple as porridge and yet make you see the real thing, like the
greatest haiku of them all probably is the one that goes 'The sparrow hops
along the veranda, with wet feet . By Shiki . You see the
wet footprints like a vision in your mind and yet in those few words you
also see all the rain that's been falling that day and almost smell the wet
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The world was upsidedown hanging in an ocean of
endless space and here were all these people sitting in theatres watching
movies . ... Who knows, the world might wake up and burst out into a beautiful flower of Dharma everywhere . ... I have never met such weird yet serious and earnest people . ... The human bones are but vain lines dawdling - the whole universe a blank mold of stars . ... Don’t be a sucker all your life, dummy up, ya dope . ... i wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway . the dharma bums |
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Then I suddenly had the most tremendous feeling of
the pitifulness of human beings, whatever they were, their faces, pained
mouths, personalities, attempts to be gay, little petulances, feelings of
loss, their dull and empty witticisms so soon forgotten : Ah,
for what ? I knew that the sound of silence was everywhere
and therefore everything everywhere was silence . Suppose
we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't
this and that at all? I staggered up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked
at all the huddled sleeping figures on the floor. Who were all these strange
ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me ? And who
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When you feel depressed and you wanta go here, wanta
go there, remember Mind Essence; the world, like dreams, will never come
true . Operate on Intuition, Rest and Be Happy .
It's all in your head what happens so you might as well think happiness . ... advice to lovers - don’t hang around with a woman and pretend to be indifferent - but assure every moment that you’re madly in love with her, then cut out - then she’ll KNOW you’re indifferent . ... My witness is the empty sky . My reward is the perfect blue sky at dawn in the desert in a bird-resounding riverbottom grove . some of the dharma |
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BE IN LOVE WITH YOUR LIFE EVERY MINUTE OF IT |
vedo cio che le porte - aperte o chiuse - mi consentono di vedere |
Gli uomini mortali non possono odiarsi possono solo essere colpevoli di amare se stessi diari |
sembra che io abbia una costituzione che non regge l'alcol e ancor di meno l'idiozia e l'incoerenza diari
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LA FELICITA CONSISTE NEL REALIZZARE CHE E' TUTTO UN GRANDE STRANO SOGNO happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream . Lowell continues to haunt me so it’s a whole intact Shakespearean universe in itself book of dreams |
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life and not only life, but that great consciousness of life . .
Spero sia vero che un uomo può morire e non solo
vivere negli altri, ma dare loro vita e non solo vita, ma anche
quella grande coscienza della vita .
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on the road the road is life ... L'inizio del nostro viaggio fu misterioso e spruzzato di pioggia . Si capiva che sarebbe stato un'unica grande saga di nebbia . ' Iouuu ! ' strillò Dean . ' Si parte ! ' . Si chinò sul volante e schiacciò l'acceleratore; era di nuovo nel suo elemento, si vedeva benissimo . Eravamo tutti felici, ci rendevamo conto che ci stavamo lasciando alle spalle confusione e assurdità per compiere l'unica e nobile funzione che avevamo a quel tempo, a n d a r e . ... The bus roared on . I was going home in October Everybody goes home in October ... Some's bastards, some's ain't - That's the score ... I hope you get where you're going, and be happy when you do it ... You can't teach the old maestro a new tune ... The road must eventually lead to the whole world ... He knew the road would get more interesting, especially ahead, always ahead ... Nothing behind me everything ahead of me as is ever so on the road ... Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk
a purple dusk over
tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of
pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color
of love and Spanish mysteries .
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Oh, smell the people !
yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing.
Ah, God ! Life !
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Emotionlessly she kissed me ... Remember that I believe in you I’m infinitely sorry for the foolish grievance I held against you yesterday afternoon .
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- everything was behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and
ecstatic joy of pure being .
... Nevertheless we understood each other on all levels of madness ...
Sure baby, mañana . It was
always mañana
SAL ...
DOBBIAMO ANDARE E NON FERMARCI
going 'till we get there
> sal paradise : pseudonimo di jk <
parte III - cap 10
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I BELIEVED
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For the first time in my life
the weather was not something
that touched me that caressed me
froze or sweated me
but became me
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And for just a moment I
had reached the point of ecstasy
on the road
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A w w w ! <<<
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Tonight
while walking on the waterfront in the angelic streets I suddenly wanted to
tell you how wonderful I think you are. Please don't dislike me.
What is the mystery of the world ?
Nobody knows they're angels . God's angels are ravishing
and fooling me . I saw a whore
and an old man in a lunchcart, and God – their faces ! I
wondered what God was up to . In the subway I almost
jumped up to yell, " What was that for ? What's
going on up there ? What do you mean by that ? "
Jesus, Allen, life ain't worth the candle, we all know it, and almost
everything is wrong, but there's nothing we can do about it, and living is
heaven. Well, here we are in heaven . This is what heaven is like. jack kerouac to allen ginsberg < - january 13, 1950 - fb/allenginsberg 2019 |
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Devo essere felice o morire perché la mia condizione terrena è piena di una tristezza insostenibile
e io do la colpa a Dio anziché a me stesso
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Tutti gli altri sono
assolutamente soddisfatti |
L'erba profuma di caldo e si sfalda nell'aria più fredda, l'oscurità si manifesta su tutta l'immensa giostra del mondo e il bestiame resta lì, ad aspettare la triste notte di nebbia spazzata dal vento, le sirene della baia sottostante e le stelle isolate che brillano fra gli squarci di nebbia a mezzanotte . ...
Non ho mai chiesto di essere creato e di nascere così
inadatto a una simile realtà. Io chiedo solo, ora che sono vivo e
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... non c'era posto dove non si annoiasse e non c'era posto dove andare se non dappertutto - non c'era altro da fare che vagare sotto le stelle - le stelle del west di solito there was nowhere to go but everywhere so just keep on rolling under the stars
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Cercate la vostra anima ... |
LOVE IS ALL
HO CREATO QUEL CIELO ? ... the point is we're waiting, not how comfortable we are while waiting. Paleolithic man waited by caves for the realization of why he was there, and hunted; modern men wait in beautified homes and try to forget death and birth. We're waiting for the realization that this is the golden eternity . ... This is the first teaching from the golden eternity . ... Rest and be kind ... Even in dreams be kind, because anyway there is no time, no space, no mind ... Kindness and sympathy, understanding and encouragement, these give: they are better than just presents and gifts : no reason in the world why not . Anyhow, be nice . Remember the golden eternity is yourself .
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While
looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find
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life is drenched in spirit - it rains spirit - we would suffer were it not
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And what does the rain say at night in a small
town, what does the rain have to say ?
Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain ?
Who is there in the rain’s million-needled blurring splash, listening to the
grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark
and soft ? Who is there listening to steady level roaring
rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed,
rain-twinkled dark of night ? ... he saw that all the struggles of life were incessant, laborious, painful, that nothing was done quickly, without labor, that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings, revisings, moldings, addings, removings, graftings, tearings, correctings, smoothings, rebuildings, reconsiderings, nailings, tackings, chippings, hammerings, hoistings, connectings - all the poor fumbling uncertain incompletions of human endeavor. They went on forever and were forever incomplete, far from perfect, refined, or smooth, full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure, yet, in the way of things, somehow noble, complete, and shining in the end . ... Will you love me in December as you do in May ? ... My philosophy is that you can't explain the world . It's too big and it's too crazy and sometimes it's funny and most of the time it's ... strange . the town and the city |
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So therefore I dedicate myself to my art -
my sleep - my dreams - my labors - my
suffrances - my loneliness - my unique madness
- my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to
any fellow being - jk |
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Non usare il telefono |
Don't use the phone People are never ready to answer it Use poetry Take pen and paper and scribble words so utterly moving that whosoever reads them believes that the world is shaking and that, somewhere, mountains are crumbling . fb/jk |
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I wonder why our life must
quiver between beauty and guilt Hang on, hang on … life's long, energy creates energy, things are all-right hunger piles up, love waits … and when found …
grows. Hang on . A day of intense feelings, a day of great rending thoughts that twist one back to face sudden realities hitherto avoided - and there you are, facing them, like looking into the sun, blinking, admitting the truth ...
I wonder if happiness is possible I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless dear love of everything And why should I pretend to want anything else ?
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I'm throwing away something that I can't even find in the incredible
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I would have preferred the happy man to the unhappy
poems he's left us And I go home having lost her love . And write this book . ... O love, fled me - or do telepathies cross sympathetically in the night ? ... The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out . ... Ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you . the subterraneans |
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I am mentally exhausted and spiritually
discouraged by this shit of being of
having to do what everybody wants me to do instead of just my old private
life of poesies and nove lies of yore. JK to AG - letters - dharma lion: a biography of allen ginsberg di michael schumacher |
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I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down ... We are stupid, stupid - that’s the main thing about us . We don’t doubt enough, we, form too many convictions, like idiots we live by them. It’s far better that, instead of perfecting our attitudes, or perfecting our position in the world even, we would spend time perfecting doubt - develop a perfection of doubt ... ...
forse la vita è questo
… un battito di ciglia e stelle ammiccanti jk - selected letters 1940-1956 ... I don't know, I don't care and it doesn't make any difference ... I’m a rucksack bum in the desert trudging along not knowing I’m trudging along to European travel, fame and fortune and showing how fame & fortune is a crock in America . ... So you see, Nin my aimlessness and laziness are not just ingrained in my personality they were put there by the hard nature of life when I was just four or five, and can be extracted again, like a bad appendix . The only thing I don’t like about all this is that I lose self-respect, I feel as though I don’t have a mind or will of my own . But then I realize that, well, anyway, get operated on for the hell of it - because if I start to exercise my so-called will on my own again, it will blindly lead me back along the rounded rut of that circle I’m in . Gadzooks, I’m sick of that circle . selected letters 1940-1956 - to his sister caroline_nin ... What I’m beginning to discover now is something beyond the novel and beyond the arbitrary confines of the story … I’m making myself seek to find the wild form, that can grow with my wild heart …
because now I know MY HEART DOES GROW ...
Feeling is the essence
of intellect ... Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse I am not in the madhouse ... Realize, Allen
that if all the world were green,
there would be no such thing as the color green. Similarly, men cannot know
what it is to be together without otherwise knowing what it is to be apart .
If all the world were love, then, how could love exist? This is why we turn
away from each other on moments of great happiness and closeness .
How can we know happiness and closeness without contrasting them, like
lights ? ... I feel older and clearer than I ever did - though at the same time more irretrievable isolated in the huge dream of the world … Whatever I want, I still am not what I wanted to be, none of the many kinds of things I wanted to be - and perhaps will not . The opening of eyes goes on . ... I'm afraid that you'll never understand me fully and because of that sometimes you'll be frightened, disgusted, annoyed or pleased ... I think we none of us realize the importance nay the sweetness, of admiration it is one of the dying virtues of character ... We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets
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While he is best known for his
novels, Kerouac is also noted for his poetry written during the Beat
movement. Kerouac stated that he wanted "to be
considered as a jazz poet blowing a long blues in an afternoon jazz session
on Sunday." . Everything . Other
well-known poems by Kerouac, such as "Bowery Blues"
incorporate jazz rhythm with Buddhist themes of
Sangsara, the cycle of life and subsequent
death, and Samadhi, the concentration of composing the mind. .
The story of man All our best men are
laughed at in this nightmare land . Questo mondo non ha tracce, segni o evidenza eppure
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Voglio essere considerato
un poeta jazz
in una
jam
session Colgo 242 strofe - i miei pensieri cambiano e a volte rotolano tra strofa e strofa o dalla metà dell’una a quella della successiva . . I want to be considered a jazz poet blowing a long blues in an afternoon jam session on Sunday . I take 242 choruses - my ideas vary and sometimes roll from chorus to chorus or from halfway through a chorus to halfway into the next nota in mexico city blues - 242 choruses - 1959 .
- I want to be considered a jazz poet blowing a long blues in an afternoon jam session on Sunday. I take 242 choruses; my ideas vary and sometimes roll from chorus to chorus or from halfway through a chorus to halfway into the next . - jk
There is no doubt about his great sensitivity to language. His sentences frequently move into
tempestuous sweeps and whorls and sometimes they have something of the rich
music of Gerard Manley Hopkins of Dylan Thomas .
the new york herald tribune - mexico city blues . |
A Natale mi portarono
una cassetta giocattolo
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Non devi preoccuparti della morte . .
MA L’ANIMA PERDURA |
Tra l’altro, a proposito della mia idiosincrasia nei
confronti dei punti c’è la prosa molto sperimentale di October in the
Railroad Earth - scritto con l’intento di
riprodurre per tutto il libro il rumore di un treno a vapore che trasporta
un centinaio di automobili e un vagone del personale parlante in coda. Era
quello il mio modo di scrivere all’epoca e può esserlo ancora se
- quando scrivo spedito - il
pensiero è confessionale e puro ed entusiasta della vita che si porta
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MA*GA - Gallarate varese - attività pittorica e grafica di jK in mostra dipinti, disegni e fotografie |
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Here I was at the end of America ... no more land ... and nowhere to go but back |
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New York
Public Library |
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I can’t type like I
used to
his last typewriter - correspondance with allen ginsberg with a photo annotated by jack - a signed pencil drawing of his nephew 'lil paul' - family photos - articles and clothing fb/jk - 2020 |
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Qual è la tua strada amico ? What's your road,
man ? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any ro It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow . Where body how ? we nodded in the rain . neal cassady as dean moriarty in on the road - original scroll
It was with a great deal of silly
relief that these people let us off the car at the corner of 27th and
Federal . Our battered suitcases were piled on the
sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go . But no matter,
the road is life . ma che importava, la strada è la vita . on the road
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maggio 1968_2018 - 50 anni beat generation |
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Jack Kerouac passed away 51 years ago today .
On that first night Allen wrote in his
Journal : At dusk I went out to the pasture & saw thru Kerouac’s eyes the sun set on October universe, the first sun set on the first dusk after his death . fb/ag - 21.10.2020 al tramonto sono andato al pascolo & ho visto attraverso gli occhi di Kerouac il sole tramontare sull’universo di ottobre, il primo calar del sole al primo tramonto dopo la sua morte . |
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... but the beat characters after 1950 vanished
into jails and madhouses or were shamed into silent conformity the generation itself was shortlived and small in number JK - fb/beatpoemsontheroad |
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jean louis lebris de kerouac lowell - massachusetts 12 MARZO 1922 st.petersburg - florida 21 OTTOBRE 1969
mozzo - parcheggiatore - frenatore in una compagnia ferroviaria - benzinaio
- lavapiatti - raccoglitore cotone - guardia forestale e notturna -
avvistatore di incendi -
vagabondo per gli Stati Uniti, si stabilirà prevalentemente a san francisco,
patria di tutti gli artisti. con 'on the road' i giovani - beat-generation -
troveranno in lui qualcuno in cui rispecchiarsi e che si occuperà sempre di
loro. le sue poesie hanno ridato vitalità e movimento alla lingua parlata,
seguendo l'onda dei suoni. IL SUO MITO RIMANE INALTERATO.
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