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the-replacemints · 9 months
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NEAL CASSADY TO ALLEN GINSBERG
Denver, Colorado April 10, 1947
. . . I don't care what you think, that's what I want. If you are able to understand and can see your way clear to shepharding me around the big city for 9 months, then, perhaps, go to Europe with me next summer thats swell, great and wonderful, exactly what I want, if not — well, why not? Really, damn it, why not? You sense I'm not worthy of you? you think I wouldn't fit in? you presume I'd treat you as badly or worse? You feel I'm not bright enough? you know I'd be imposing, or demanding, or trying to suck you dry of all you have intellectually? Or is it just that you are, almost unconciously, aware of enough lack of interest in me, or indifferance to my plight and need of you, to believe that all the trouble of helping and living with me, would not be quite compensated for by being with me? I can't promise a darn thing, I know I'm bisexual, but prefer women, there's a slimmer line than you think between my attitude toward love and yours, don't be so concerned, it'll fall into line. Beyond that – who knows? Let's try it & see, huh? . . .           Relax, man, think about what I say and try to see yourself moving toward me without any compulsive demands, due to lack of assurance that I love you, or because of lack of belief that I understand you etc. forget all that and in that forgetfulness see if there isn't more peace of mind and even more physical satisfaction than in your present subjective longing (whether for me, or Claude, or anybody) I know one cannot alter by this method, but come to me with all you've got, throw your demands in my face, (for I love them) and find a true closeness, not only because what emotionality I have is also distorted by lonliness, but also because I, logically or not, feel I want you more than anyone at this stage.           I'm really beat, off to bed, and a knowledge of relief, for I know you must understand and move with me in this, you better not fight against it or any other damn thing, so shut up, relax, find some patience and fit into my mellow plans.           Love & Kisses, my boy, opps!, excuse, I'm not Santa Claus am I? Well then, just – Love & Kisses,                     Neal
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visioncody · 8 months
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Visions of Cody (wr. 1951) (pub. 1972)
—Jack Kerouac
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degenderates · 5 months
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allen ginsberg & neal cassady
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colonellickburger · 1 year
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Larry Keenan. Neal Cassady shaving at Allen Ginsberg's apartment, San Francisco 1965
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carloskaplan · 10 months
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On the road (Neal Cassady & Jack Kerouac)
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keanuquotes · 2 months
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rollingthundereview · 4 months
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choice bits from jack kerouac: king of the beats by barry miles
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oldpersonnewspaper · 1 year
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Neal Cassady: Do you support queer rights?
Jack Kerouac: I'm bi
Allen Ginsberg: he’s dodging the question
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familiarquotation · 1 year
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”Oh, well we could talk all night and have a good time and eat pizza and drink wine and by God we will when I get travelin money. Meanwhile, sweetie, be cool, be blessed, be relaxed, like roses in the rain here I see out my window right now.”
Jack Kerouac, in a letter to Carolyn Cassady, 1954
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iwishyouhear · 7 months
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“I pointed my finger at them and said ‘If you keep this up you’ll go crazy but let me know what happens as you go along.”
Jack Kerouac to Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady in On The Road (Original Scroll)
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the-replacemints · 9 months
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Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady
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visioncody · 9 months
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Visions of Cody (wr. 1951) (pub. 1972)
—Jack Kerouac
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degenderates · 5 months
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i need him
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ignatiaimpsley · 2 years
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I go absolutely feral for the concept of people in the 50's and 60's who where completely disconnected from the counterculture, meeting Neal Cassady, completely without context or warning. You hear all these stories from figures WITHIN the counterculture, about how they met Neal, and they had all heard of him in advance, that's THE Dean Moriarty. But then there are the other stories. The tire shop where he worked when he was on parole, where none of his coworkers had read On The Road, but saw this average sized, 30-something man, who would come to work, leave his car in neutral at the top of one hill, let it role back downhill and up to the top of the next one, where it would always stop, just short of rolling down the other side, on to THE RAILROAD TRACKS. After that fabulous feat of parking, he walks in, twirling a crowbar like a baton, throws it in the air, double flips it, catches it, and throws it HARD at the floor, all the while walking, so that he passes it, and as it bounces back up, it flips OVER his shoulder and BACK in to his hand. He then spends the rest of the day handling semi tires that weigh twice as much as he does, and he NEVER. STOPS. TALKING. "Boy, you know, the last time I was in Denver..." "Now, you understand (incomprehensible bullshit)..." "Now, it's all about The Lag, see......." "So I told him, I sez....". Unless of course, he falls asleep in mid stride, which just.... happened sometimes. He could bounce the tires SIX FEET on to the rack. Sure, he's a modern myth, but truly, in real life, this man was an honest to God cryptid.
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senso1954 · 10 months
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let's all appreciate this bonkers argument + subreddit combo
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