What Kerouac was to prose, all chaos and heart and poetry, concrete and love and loneliness, Robert Frank was to the photograph. Black and white, with a silver lining, his photos of Americans were stark, yet true, bold, yet subtle. Check out this photo, which (at Frank’s request) Kerouac actually captioned, beautifully:
Long shot of night road arrowing forlorn into immensities and flat of impossible-to-believe America in New Mexico under the prisoner’s moon.
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