Walking in the Shoes of Kerouac

Book of Sketches

silex for coffee – never
puts an extra scoop for
the pot – makes weak
American housewife coffee
– but who’s to
notice, the Prez. of the
Waldorf Astoria? – She
slams a frying pan on a
burner – singing “I hadnt
anyone till you & with
my lonely heart demanding
it, f-a-i-t-h must
have a hand in it -”

mistaking “fate” – Out
comes the bacon & the
yellow plastic
basket of eggs – What’s

The Original Scroll

the wonderful possibilities of becoming a real intellectual and he liked to talk in the tone and using the words but in a jumbled way that he had heard “real intellectuals” talk altho mind you he wasn’t so naive as that in all other things, and it took him just a few months with Leon Levinsky to become completely inthere with all the terms and the jargon and the style of intellectuality. Nonetheless I loved him for his madness and we got drunk together in the Linden bar behind my house and I agreed that he could stay at my house till he found a job and we furthermore agreed to go out west sometime. That was the winter of 1947. Shortly after meeting Neal I began writing or painting my huge Town and City, and I was about four chapters on when one night, when Neal ate supper at my house, and he already had a new parkinglot job in New York, the hotel NYorker lot on 34 st, he leaned over my shoulder as I typed rapidly away and said “Come on man, those girls

On the Road

a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except you’ve got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.” And he said, “Yes, of course, I know exactly what you mean and in fact all those problems have occurred to me, but the thing that I want is the realization of those factors that should one depend on Schopenhauer’s dichotomy for any inwardly realized …” and so on in that way, things I understood not a bit and he himself didn’t. In those days he really didn’t know what he was talking about, that is to say, he was young jailkid all hung-up on the wonderful possibilities of becoming a real intellectual, and he liked to talk in the tone and using the words, but in a jumbled way, that he had heard from “real intellectuals” – although, mind you, he wasn’t so naive as that in all other things, and it took, him just a few months with Carlo Marx to become completely in there with all the terms and jargon. Nonetheless we understood each other on other levels of madness,

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