Kerouaciness

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On Moz's upcomin' record "Bonfire Of Teenagers", he gots a song called "Kerouac's Crack".
Moz describes the song as "the point whereby as a writer he cracks up".
By most accounts, this crack happened to Jack at Ferlinghetti's cabin in Big Sur.
The crack was brought on as a result of the pressures of success and celebrity, and also by
an ongoin' excess of alcohol consumption.
Jack describes what happened in his book Big Sur.
"When I went to the sea in the afternoon... and suddenly took a huge, deep Yogic breath to
get all that good sea air in me... but somehow just got an overdose of iodine... or evil."
After the crack, Jack's writin' got tired and lost the dynamic vitality of his work before.
Yes shootin' stars burn out.
Ah, but how bright he blazed.
 

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Here we have Bill Burroughs aka William B aka W.B. aka William S Burroughs,
describin' Jack's contributions to writin' and the world.

 

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First time Jack smoked weed, Lester Young gave it to him,
when Lester took Jack to Minton's in Harlem.
Jazz for Jack became a livin' language.
He got the rhythms of Jazz into his prose.

“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. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger,
and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
- On The Road

 

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i thought 'kerouacs crack' was maybe something mozzer came up with after jack came to fix some leaky pipe at moz's house
 

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First time Jack smoked weed, Lester Young gave it to him,
when Lester took Jack to Minton's in Harlem.
Jazz for Jack became a livin' language.
He got the rhythms of Jazz into his prose.

“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. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger,
and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
- On The Road


how important was smoking weed to the beat movement, d'ya reckon?
 

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how important was smoking weed to the beat movement, d'ya reckon?

Don't think it enhanced their writin' ability cause they already
had the needed talent.
Just think it helped to put them into a different space.
They were searchin' for freedom and ways to escape the normalities
of American life and literature.
I heard that Jack would take a lot of Benzedrine, cause it would
ignite his imagination.
Unfortunately the Benzedrine caused blood clots in his leg.
Jack also drank a lot of alcohol and it ended up zappin' him.
 

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When Jack typed books, he used scrolls of tele-type paper instead of
single sheets of typewriter paper.
It allowed him to just keep goin' and also complimented his style
of free flowin' prose.
Apparently he would send his manuscripts to publishers in scroll
form.

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Been years since I went ahead and read On The Road, but one thing
I always remember was that Jack's go to travelin' food was a cup of
coffee and warm apple pie with a scoop of ice cream.
He was out there on the road with very little money and he had to
eat healthy, while stretchin' a buck.

Here we have a passage from On The Road...

“I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got

deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer…

that’s practically all I ate all the way across the country,

I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course.”


Here we have the pie and cream...

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Here we have what Jack called "spontaneous prose".
Written while livin' at a skid row hotel in Frisco and
workin' for the railroad.

October in the Railroad Earth​


 

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Been years since I went ahead and read On The Road, but one thing
I always remember was that Jack's go to travelin' food was a cup of
coffee and warm apple pie with a scoop of ice cream.
He was out there on the road with very little money and he had to
eat healthy, while stretchin' a buck.

Here we have a passage from On The Road...

“I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got

deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer…

that’s practically all I ate all the way across the country,

I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course.”


Here we have the pie and cream...

i0jQHWc.jpg
apple pie and ice cream IS pretty good! man, he's livin' the life we're gonna be livin when we're riding the rails, turkey!!
 

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The Wheel Of The Quivering Meat Conception
is the 211th chorus of the 242 chorus poem
Mexico City Blues.

The wheel of the quivering meat
conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the
jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills—
All the endless conception of living
beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind—
Poor! I wish I was free
of that slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead.

 
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