Jack Kerouac

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Degenerate. Not redpill approved

Ignorant kiddo detected. Kerouac was an extremely conservative Catholic who hated what hippies and commies did to his work. He spent his later years painting portraits of the pope and crucifixes in his mom's basement. Literally /pol/ incarnate.

He also burned crosses in black neighbourhoods and screamed about niggers.

This. Jim Morrison of the Doors idolized Kerouac and when Morrison tried to meet him, he told Morrison to fuck off because he hated hippies.

Morrison was only acting as a hippie to piss off his dad.
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I don't doubt that but acting or not, Morrison was an icon of the hippie movement.

He was a degenerate drug-abusing literal faggot
You aren't redpilled if you accept that.

Enjoyed him as a teenager. On The Road put a fire in my belly so to speak. It holds a special place for me sentimentally.

He wrote a book about fucking a black chick. And never heard of cross burning, source?

who cares

Daily reminder that literally none of the prominent figures of the beatniks besides ginsberg actually identified as beatniks and ginsberg literally stole and utilised ALL their works for his own gain

I love Kerouac's work. Let me quote the beginning of his "October in the Railroad Earth":
"
There was a little alley in San Francisco back of the Southern
Pacific station at Third and Townsend in redbrick of drowsy lazy
afternoons with everybody at work in offices in the air you feel
the impending rush of their commuter frenzy as soon they’ll be
charging en masse from Market and Sansome buildings on foot
and in buses and all well-dressed thru workingman Frisco of
walkup truck drivers and even the poor grime-bemarked Third
Street of lost bums even Negros so hopeless and long left East
and meanings of responsibility and try that now all they do is
stand there spitting in the broken glass sometimes fifty in one
afternoon against one wall at Third and Howard and here’s all
these Millbrae and San Carlos neat-necktied producers and
commuters of America and Steel civilization rushing by with San
Francisco Chronicles and green Call-Bulletins not even enough
time to be disdainful, they’ve got to catch 130, 132, 134, 136 all
the way up to 146 till the time of evening supper in homes of the
railroad earth when high in the sky the magic stars ride above
the following hotshot freight trains–it’s all in California, it’s all a
sea, I swim out of it in afternoons of sun hot meditation in my
jeans with head on handkerchief on brakeman’s lantern or (if not
working) on book, I look up at blue sky of perfect lostpurity and
feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me and I have
insane conversations with Negroes in second-story windows
above and everything is pouring in, the switching moves of
boxcars in that little alley which is so much like the alleys of
Lowell and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine
calling our mountains.
"

a pure soul with some unfortunate crutches on a relentless search for meaning. dharma bums is such a warm book.

This

Cont. Kerouac could take blue collar grit, the lonesomeness of American expanses by railroad tracks under a big blue sky or a big moon, a bean can hobo feeling, the rush of drugs, the ache of sexual desire... wrap it all up together and put it into words.
He wrote stuff that's authentic. Not necessarily that it's an accurate diary of what he lived or that he never changed anything, but that it's true to real subjective experience.

Why do you keep holding up "redpilled" as if it's something anyone wants to be? It's virgin teenage LARPing gone schizophrenic.

Doctor sax is one of the funniest and most enjoyable books I have read

Didn’t he let his gay friends molest his son?

google 'kerouac cross burning'

some real shit

what to read after on the road and dharma bums? subterraneans? big sur? something else?

definitely big sur. the perfect closure to the two you read.

do it. his best work.

That's Burroughs

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what else do you like from him?

subterreneans is interesting, lonesome traveler is good.

i like big sur the most though, but i've read the dharma bums the most. those cosy mountain camp chapters.

Good write-up. He's probably my least favourite of the beats, but he was as free a spirit as they come.

So who is your favourite of the beats?

Reading On the Road right now and enjoying it so far because I am traveling myself. I really liked the part about Burroughs in Texas.
What would you say is essential /beat/?

Essential? On the road, junky, and howl

Kerouac is the only one worth reading extensively though, reading burroughs is like reading the transcript of a fever dream and even then he's only got a few worthwhile reads, and ginsberg didn't do much of note. Also tropic of cancer by henry miller is of note

Try ferlinghetti if you're into poetry

Kerouacs the only beat i find myself liking because i read too much about the others as people before i read their works. Hard to get past that initial loathing.

>i read too much about the others as people before i read their works

Yeah same, burroughs and ginsberg were fucking detestable people

I am sure if you were presented with a transcript of your life you would hate yourself too

At least I haven't murdered my wife and raped a bunch of underage mexican boys

>implying you won't if you ever get a wife or mexican boys

i dont need the transcript

Authentic and true, an inspiration.

>redpilled

Oh golly.

You should really read Gary Snyder's (Japhy) mountain journals.

A hack, but not a fraud

Did Veeky Forums like the film? Did it do a good job capturing the essence of the book?

It was alright as a movie, book just has a different feel too it yaknow.