I went to renew my poetic license today, but they said first I need to do an I exam

 

Jack Kerouac was a symbol of a generation, the story teller and the story, the shining star and the man gazing at them, the traveler wandering on the road, and by documenting it, the road itself.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

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Jack Kerouac – the beat bronco

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all… like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water"
 

Jack Kerouac was a symbol of a generation, the story teller and the story, the shining star and the man gazing at them, the traveler wandering on the road, and by documenting it, the road itself. A very complex job description for what seems like a very simple task, for a very complex man trying his best to be simple.

 
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars."
 

If there was one book that inspired a generation, well it probably wasn’t "on the road". Jack Kerouac didn’t inspire a generation, he inspired a delta force special unit of thousands of losers to turn the tables, millions of wandering spirits haunting the sidewalks of forsaken empty dull flat cities, to break the score board and realize that what the others call a 'loser' is sometimes just a misplaced dreamer, forced to participate in some bizarre twisted game , a game of chance, a game of masks and distorting mirrors in this carnival we call the world, a carnival with many tricks but that can never really guess your weight, not your real weight.

 
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. 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."
 

Jack Kerouac embraced madness, not in the delightfully entertaining manner of Dali or other famous madmen, but in a Taoist way of the drunk master, the destroyer of illusions, the down and out tired and hungry richest person on the face of the earth kind of way. Jack Kerouac was indeed a Taoist disciple.

Not a leader, but a follower of the Tao, and as we know, the word Tao means "the way", and this was his journey on this way. "on the road"

 

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

 

And he wasn’t even too mad, just enough.
mad like the jazz players he admired, the ones I still hear in my head every time I read his work, beeping and bopping, being and hoping, mad as a hatter, strung on low drugs and high dreams, scattating away half words of a fuller truth, madmen improvising, exploring, taking their own sound "on the road"

 
"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn … and everybody goes 'Awww!'
 

By using madness more as an excuse then a hatchet, jack Kerouac gave himself, no, sorry, took for himself the privilege of being outside of the norm, an observer from the outside, a participant in another race that doesn’t even exist, and it is this new point of view, both external and internal at once, that gave his one famous book, his one opus mundi, such an importance in documenting that strange quirky musical festive drunk desperate happy celebrated slice of American history

 

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain."

 

He was the hobo of the conscience, and he did that job to the worst any best can be, and for this, we truly thank him.

 

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad."

 

Reading on the road http://youtu.be/_MjPtem6ZbE

The beat generation http://youtu.be/Jej5d2kYjuQ