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porcy62 Posted September 25, 2007 Report Posted September 25, 2007 (edited) Thanks. ...so in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty, I think of Dean Moriarty. I still think this is one the most beautiful ending of the american literature that I know, along with "The Great Gatsby" Edited September 25, 2007 by porcy62 Quote
alocispepraluger102 Posted September 25, 2007 Author Report Posted September 25, 2007 thank you Quote
clifford_thornton Posted September 26, 2007 Report Posted September 26, 2007 Thanks. ...so in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty, I think of Dean Moriarty. I still think this is one the most beautiful ending of the american literature that I know, along with "The Great Gatsby" I still like "FUCK YOU CLOWN" the best... Quote
Chuck Nessa Posted September 26, 2007 Report Posted September 26, 2007 I still like "FUCK YOU CLOWN" the best... Quote
kenny weir Posted September 26, 2007 Report Posted September 26, 2007 (edited) Thanks - I enjoyed reading that. I read just about all Kerouac's stuff a long time ago. I doubt I could do so again. But as that piece points out, the influence is huge - so that many of the books and, more particularly in my case, magazine articles etc we read are direct descendents. I've always been a little bemused by Kerouac's bitterness towards the whole hippie/counter culture thing. There's plenty to be cynical about in those scenes, of course, but his antagonism often seemed tinged with sour grapes or something. But that piece puts On The Road et al in a specific time and place that, indeed, does make any connection seem pretty spurious. Apart from one person - Cassady. Nevertheless, keeping those shaky ties alive, the Dead site has a recent story about a 50th birthday party for OTR attended by Bob Weir, Dennis McNally and other dignitaries ... http://www.dead.net/features/dead-world-ro...jack-and-ratdog Edited September 26, 2007 by kenny weir Quote
alocispepraluger102 Posted September 26, 2007 Author Report Posted September 26, 2007 Thanks - I enjoyed reading that. I read just about Kerouac's stuff a long time ago. I doubt I could do so again. But as that piece points out, the influence is huge - so that many of the books and, more particularly in my case, magazine articles etc we read are direct descendents. I've always been a little bemused by Kerouac's bitterness towards the whole hippie/counter culture thing. There's plenty to be cyncical about in those scenes, of course, but his antagonism often seemed tinged with sour grapes or something. But that piece puts On The Road et al in a specific time and place that, indeed, does make any connection seem pretty spurious. Apart from one person - Cassady. Nevertheless, keeping those shaky ties alive, the Dead site has a recent story about a 50th birthday party for OTR attended by Bob Weir, Dennis McNally and other dignitaries ... http://www.dead.net/features/dead-world-ro...jack-and-ratdog that was beautiful. thanks. Quote
BruceH Posted September 26, 2007 Report Posted September 26, 2007 Good article. Thanks for that. Quote
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