I love Jack's voice. Thick, fluid, sticky. It's how I imagine honey would sound if it were a sound. Its golden luminosity sweetly mysterious in its tantalizing almost transparency. Just lovely.
Marcel Proust, John Keats, Thomas Wolfe, Andre Gide, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Hart Crane, T.S. Elliot, Ben Whishaw, Baudelaire, Nietzsche, Julian Green, Paul Cezanne, Arthur Rimbaud, Fitzgerald, Byron & Thomas Mann. I've only read 47 pages of Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters (which I compulsively bought) and these are among the poets, writers and philosophers I extracted.
Not to mention the french they sprinkle all over the first few letters like confetti (i.e la belle dame sans mercip which is a poem by Keats that Ginsberg used in reference to Kerouac's girlfriend, at the time). I had a hard time translating them all. But only the first few, thank goodness. I'd go mad trying to translate them all.
I'm quite fixated on the idea of The Beat Generation , the 'new vision' as they call it in their letters that is their modus operandi, their weltanscahuung (Yes, this I picked up from the letters), their affairs, their art. Mainly because I know absolutely nothing about them really. I haven't even read Kerouac's On The Road. All I've read is Ginberg's poem, Howl.
They're all as mad as mad is mad. Crazy & in Love. In love with themselves, the world, everything.
Marcel Proust, John Keats, Thomas Wolfe, Andre Gide, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Hart Crane, T.S. Elliot, Ben Whishaw, Baudelaire, Nietzsche, Julian Green, Paul Cezanne, Arthur Rimbaud, Fitzgerald, Byron & Thomas Mann. I've only read 47 pages of Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters (which I compulsively bought) and these are among the poets, writers and philosophers I extracted.
Not to mention the french they sprinkle all over the first few letters like confetti (i.e la belle dame sans mercip which is a poem by Keats that Ginsberg used in reference to Kerouac's girlfriend, at the time). I had a hard time translating them all. But only the first few, thank goodness. I'd go mad trying to translate them all.
I'm quite fixated on the idea of The Beat Generation , the 'new vision' as they call it in their letters that is their modus operandi, their weltanscahuung (Yes, this I picked up from the letters), their affairs, their art. Mainly because I know absolutely nothing about them really. I haven't even read Kerouac's On The Road. All I've read is Ginberg's poem, Howl.
They're all as mad as mad is mad. Crazy & in Love. In love with themselves, the world, everything.
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