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whydotheheathenrage · 6 months
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Thank you Jack. Passed today, Oct. 21, in 1969.
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sugaredge · 1 year
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stardust, fools, nonsense - the dharma bums by jack kerouac
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muncieboy · 4 months
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I love this for us. Very Kerouac, Bob. <3
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amoebasareverysmall · 2 years
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headgehug · 1 year
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Dharma Bums - a rumination or something like
part 6: What's next?
(spoilers abound but it's not like anything crazy big happens in this anyways lol)
I really can't imagine that Japhy and Ray are reunited after the end of the book, as much as I want them to be. It would be satisfying, inherently romantic for them to have gone their separate ways and then to meet again, to travel together, to wander in and out of each other's lives, two souls connected.  But honestly I can't see that happening.  For all of Ray's visions of Japhy visiting him in different forms-- his mentioning that those are Japhy's real incarnations, as if the reflection in Ray's mind is truer than the source- it's better if that's all he has.
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[w/r/t Japhy going off and disappearing on his journeys]
Ray says that a fair way away from the end of the book.  I think after spending the summer on Desolation mountain he won't necessarily hold that view anymore.  Japhy may not come back but: he won't have disappeared (Ray should know better- that which was never real cannot disappear- everything is empty and alive and whatever energy made up the concept of Japhy can't dissipate); he won't be gone (he's everywhere Ray goes, for goodness sake! he's in every conversation Ray has, he's down in the valleys, up on the mountaintops, he's in the pea and bacon soup over Ray's fire); but still, he does love them (Japhy-- and call this misogyny or prejudice, which is fair, or call it brotherly love, or just Love-- but his love language has never been the spoken word; it's the way he gives the shoes off his feet, the hours he spends in the kitchen cooking for everyone and their mother [even if he then flirts with her], it's the wisdom he shares and the time he very deliberately chooses to spend).
.... so, maybe Ray is right, in a sense.  Japhy leaves and he doesn't leave.  And Ray and everyone else love him enough to let him go; as opposed to Psyche, for instance, who has to be thrown off the boat (again... people like Psyche and Princess and Sean's wife and all the other women need their own stories told, because I can only imagine how reductive this telling is, but it does serve at least to demonstrate the way they don't, for whatever reason, understand each other in the same way Ray and Japhy do).
For the record, Alvah is likely wrong too, even if I love him for it, being a philosophical drama queen.
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cornell · 1 year
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theorlandohome · 3 months
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The Beat Road Less Traveled: Jack Kerouac's Orlando Odyssey
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In the heart of Florida, where the pulse of theme parks beats like a relentless drum, lies a quiet street that harbors a secret history. This is the story of 1418 Clouser Ave, College Park, Orlando—a modest abode that once cradled the restless spirit of Jack Kerouac, the iconic beacon of the Beat Generation.
The year was 1957, a time when America was poised on the cusp of cultural revolution. Kerouac, already a whisper on the lips of the nation after the publication of "On the Road," sought refuge from the dizzying whirl of fame. He found solace in Orlando, a place far removed from the smoke-filled jazz clubs and the frenetic streets that fueled his wanderlust. Here, in a small house nestled among the orange groves and under the expansive Florida sky, Kerouac embarked on a new journey—a journey inward.
As the world buzzed outside, Kerouac penned "Dharma Bums" within these walls, his typewriter keys tapping out the rhythm of a soul in search of meaning. The novel, a testament to his exploration of Buddhism and the counterculture of the time, was birthed in the tranquility of Orlando, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos that characterized his earlier works.
This house, a silent witness to the creation of a literary masterpiece, has since transformed into The Kerouac Project. It stands as a beacon to writers and artists from around the globe, offering them the same sanctuary it provided Kerouac. Here, the legacy of a man who once roamed the vast American landscape in search of freedom and authenticity continues to inspire.
The story of Jack Kerouac in Orlando is a vivid reminder that amidst the clamor and the glamour, there are pockets of serenity that have the power to fuel creativity. It challenges the narrative of Orlando as merely a tourist haven, revealing a city with a rich cultural tapestry woven with threads of literary significance.
As the sun sets over College Park, casting long shadows on the pavement outside the Kerouac house, one can almost hear the ghost of a typewriter, echoing through the years. This is where a road less traveled by the Beats wound its way through Orlando, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire and captivate.
So, to the wanderers, the dreamers, and the rebels at heart, Orlando holds a piece of hidden history, a testament to the journey of a man who dared to live fully, deeply, and authentically. It's a story that beckons us to explore, to discover, and to dream beyond the confines of the mapped and the known.
This is the tale of Jack Kerouac's Orlando odyssey. A chapter in the book of the Beat Generation that whispers the possibility of finding inspiration in the most unexpected places.
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aseaofquotes · 3 months
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Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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bnmxfld · 1 year
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One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Jack Kerouac
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philosophybitmaps · 2 months
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Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that’s the way to live.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
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auxoubliettes · 2 years
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Gary Snyder’s Axe Handles and the Magic of Poetry and Translation
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veganpsychedelephant · 8 months
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-Jack Kerouac
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headgehug · 1 year
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Japhy and Ray being normal about each other compilation
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Japhy, exhausted, running into town to get his groceries for leaving, spending money he doesn't have on stuff Ray craves
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Ray's goodbye adjacent to the goodbye of Japhys woman
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Ray making the soup Japhy taught him how to make
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Ditching the big goodbye party to go hiking again
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This:
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Not to mention Japhy saying he'd been reading Whitman. And Ray's asceticism from women but obsession with his mentor? friend? companion? sure he's a raving misogynist but you know what they say...
All of this just because it's funny; but man is the line between friendship and romance blurry sometimes
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