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.
For more, go to the New Yorker slideshow or read the current issue.
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July’s Full Moon in Capricorn: The Heart wants what it Wants. The 4 Stages of a Good Divorce. Our Soulmates are Rarely Who We Expect. A Letter to my Children: You do not come from a Broken Home. Men, Let’s Stop Fooling Ourselves: Size Matters. To the One Who Tried to Break Me. An Open Letter to the Fixers. Mom, can I Call her Mom, Too? How your Stored Memories in the Amygdala can lead to PTSD. Jon Stewart makes first appearance since retiring—”it’s not your country.”