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walkwhilereading: The Awakener by Helen Weaver. Published by City Lights Publishers “Helen Weaver’s book was a revelation to me! Although I was a young woman in the fifties, I was there, but I wasn’t there! This is the most graphic, honest, shameless, and moving documentary of what the newly liberated women in cities got up to—how they lived, loved, and created. Who knew? It is time they did! And here’s how.” - Carolyn Cassady

walkwhilereading:

The Awakener by Helen Weaver. Published by City Lights Publishers

“Helen Weaver’s book was a revelation to me! Although I was a young woman in the fifties, I was there, but I wasn’t there! This is the most graphic, honest, shameless, and moving documentary of what the newly liberated women in cities got up to—how they lived, loved, and created. Who knew? It is time they did! And here’s how.” - Carolyn Cassady

fortruthisalwaysstrange: (via wearytune)

fortruthisalwaysstrange:

(via wearytune)

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums) (via shynessisnice)

I started reading this book…. damn lazynesss.

(via ivebeendegaussed)

anyonelsebutyou: ” I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ” — Jack Kerouac

anyonelsebutyou:

” I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ” — Jack Kerouac

mind-razorblade: “I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.” - Jack Kerouac, On the Road

mind-razorblade:

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.”

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I’m a wretch. But I love, love.

— Jack Kerouac (via juicyjuice)

believe in the holy contour of life

— Jack Kerouac (via anotherfrightenedreflection)

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

— Jack Kerouac, On the Road, (via gracefullyunnamed)

erinspence: Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady

erinspence:

Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

— Kerouac (via crookedindifference)

crookedindifference: Beatniks consider themselves out of this world, but this new crop of Bohemians has gained national prominence, and even attained the status of a tourist attraction.  Many a visitor to New York would rather see a real-life beatnik than the Statue of Liberty. –Original caption, circa 1959.

crookedindifference:

Beatniks consider themselves out of this world, but this new crop of Bohemians has gained national prominence, and even attained the status of a tourist attraction.  Many a visitor to New York would rather see a real-life beatnik than the Statue of Liberty. –Original caption, circa 1959.

walkwhilereading: Misremembering Jack Kerouac

walkwhilereading:

Misremembering Jack Kerouac

walkwhilereading: “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.” The Lonesome Traveler by Jack Kerouac

walkwhilereading:

“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.”

The Lonesome Traveler by Jack Kerouac

zeigarnik: via 4.bp.blogspot.com Allen Ginsberg & Fernanda Pivano

zeigarnik:

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Allen Ginsberg & Fernanda Pivano

zeigarnik: via i236.photobucket.com Jack Kerouac

zeigarnik:

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Jack Kerouac