“And as I sat there listening to that sound of the night which bop has come to represent for all of us, I thought of my friends from one end of the country to the other and how they were really all in the same vast backyard doing something so frantic and rushing-about.”
I just ran across this remarkable image, a page from Jack Kerouac’s journal in which he’d taken some of the extensive notes he used to write up On the Road. Thought I’d share it here.
Jack Kerouc, as most readers know, wrote On the Road in three weeks…famously tapping it out all on one roll of taped-together teletype paper so he didn’t have to stop to change sheets of paper. On the Road, then, however, went through six years of not getting published, of his publisher asking for revision after revision while Kerouac shambled about broke, unknown, exploring, yearning, writing.
Then, he became famous. He didn’t like being famous. As soon as he could, it seemed, he turned from handsome young man into angry, lonelier than ever old man…and died an alcoholic.
“…and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old…”
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