#jack kerouac street

[nobeerreviews]

Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.

-- Jack Kerouac

(Konstanz, Germany)

#dream #happiness #jack kerouac #travel photography #konstanz #germany #quote #street photography

[author-mandi-bean]

Was Jack Kerouac Full of It?

I used to think I'd wanna drive and travel forever. For a long time, nothing sounded better than hotels and fast food and logging miles. Life would be one big adventure composed of entertaining anecdotes and scenic routes. But coming home felt so good.

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#Author #Bruce Springsteen #Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band #compliments #Constructive Criticism #couch surfing #Creative Writer #Creative Writing #Friends #Her Beautiful Monster #I&039;ll love you with all the madness in my soul #Jack Kerouac #Literary Agents #living space #Mandi Bean #Meadowlands #Metlife Stadium #Moody Blue #New Jersey #On the Road #Querying #rejections #rental #Tattoos #transient #transitory #Travel #Where there&039;s life there&039;s hope #Writer #Writing

[ehj3]

ONE MAN NO SHOW

ONE MAN NO SHOW

“He dare not come in company for fear he should be misused, disgraced, overshoot himself in gestures or speeches or be sick; he thinks every man observes him.” —Hippocrates “This is my letter to the world / That never wrote to me”― Emily Dickinson “I am always saying ‘Glad to’ve met you’ to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.”—J. D.…

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#art world #edward hopper #edward munch #Emily Dickinson #evening on karl johan street #Holden Caulfield #jack kerouac #nighthawks #social anxiety #social beings

[colonellickburger]

It’s Christmas Day. It’s cold….My camera looks down Bleecker Street. I’m listening to the music and I’m looking at the Christmas wrappers blowing in the wind. I’m thinking of Kerouac when he said, “Being famous is like old newspapers blowing down Bleecker street.”

Robert Frank

#robert frank #jack kerouac #bleecker street #words

[totallyhussein-blog]

International inspiration given to Manchester book appeal

It was an absolute joy to visit Chorlton Bookshop and browse through their impressive selection of books for children, young people and adults. Chorlton Bookshop are also collecting brand new books for the Wood Street Mission (WSM), which is located here in Manchester.

Through retail outlets like Chorlton Bookshop, people are kindly donating books to the WSM's 'Books Forever Appeal' and while this is to benefit children and young people aged 0-16, it was felt that with this particular donation, we'd give some attention to young reader's aged 14 - 16 years.

Whilst it is difficult to buy books for anyone, as a family with strong ties to other countries, we wanted to reflect this geographical diversity in our decision making and share some of our interests with young people aged 14 - 16. This is why we have donated some of these titles to the Wood Street Mission's 'Books Forever Appeal'.

They include The Odyssey by Homer, On the Road by Jack Kerouac and Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. Other books donated are Close Range: Wyoming Stories by Annie Proulx, Bram Stokers' Dracula, The Animals of Farthing Wood by Colin Dann, Pax by Sara Pennypacker and Toms Midnight Garden by Philippa Pearce.

In 2022, Wood Street Mission distributed over 20,000 new books to children and young people across Manchester and donating to the 'Books Forever Appeal' couldn’t be easier! You can drop off a new book in person or even have it delivered direct to the Wood Street Mission, 26 Wood Street, Manchester, M3 3EF, the UK.

#chorlton bookshop #chorlton #manchester #wood street mission #animals of farthing wood #annie proulx #bram stocker's dracula #homer #Jack Kerouac #john steinbeck #bookstagram #south manchester #salford #books forever appeal #bookshop #book club #hussein al-alak #usa #cowboys #Manchester Evening News #Manchester Art Gallery

[jackiehadel1]

TALLINN, ESTONIA 🇪🇪 STREET ART & GRAFFITI: JOKE

“𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍.”.𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗_𝙰 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙺𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚊𝚌, 𝙹𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗.Tallinn Estonia 🇪🇪28dec22

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#art #estonia #Graffiti #jack kerouac #life #nomad #photography #Street Art #tallinn #Tallinna Linnahall #TOKIDOKI Nomad blog #TOKIDOKI Nomad travel blog #Travel #urban art #urbex #World Travel

[matchmaker96]

Gray spring rain

I never clipped

My hedges

-J.K.

#street photography #photography #travel #trip #green #jack kerouac #portugal #spring #ghost #frightening #fog

[thegroovywitch]

But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ What did they call such young people in Goethe’s Germany?

— Jack Kerouac, from “On the Road” (1957)

#literature #beatniks #beat poetry #jack kerouac #words #quotes #quote #books #on the road #by dee dee

[rustbeltjessie]

Thanks to @blind-the-winds for the tag!

This is from my novel-in-progress. I'll try not to over-explain, but: it's loosely based on events from my own life (with a lot of straight-up fiction thrown in), and stylistically I'm aiming for something like "if Kathy Acker wrote Jack Kerouac's On the Road." There are the main narrative sections (which hew more closely to the structure of OtR), but then there are all these interludes and meta-fictional weirdnesses and... Anyway, this is one of the main narrative sections.

I buzzed her in, and she said: “And I brought a joint. I thought maybe you’d wanna get high.” Hell yeah, I wanted to get high. “Let’s go out,” I said, grabbing my jacket. I knew we couldn’t talk or smoke like we wanted in front of my boyfriend, who sat noodling around on his guitar in the next room. He’d take one look at Rat Hole and decide she was a bad influence, and he hated weed, too. We headed east on Irving Park Road, towards the Brown Line Stop. Rat Hole cupped her hand around the flame of her green lighter and lit the joint, took a puff, passed it to me. We walked in silence for a bit, passing the joint back and forth, keeping an eye out for cops. Soon everything was a stoned symphony of sound and color, the headlights of passing cars bending and refracting in our blurry vision, their tires wsssshhhing over the wet, salty streets. We got so high we forgot it was still cold; our blood was warm and everything felt like spring. We took the el to Belmont Ave. and it was Rat Hole’s first time on Belmont, and ever after that place became a symbol of our friendship. I thought of my ode to Belmont; the night was like a living version of it. They were all there: punks with six-inch tall Day-Glo mohicans, Jesus People proselytizing, drag queens in their feathers and spangles, goths in their big black boots, suburban spare changers, pickpockets and prostitutes in the Punkin’ Donuts parking lot, and all the sounds, bass booming behind doors of dance clubs, car horns and stereos and hey fuck you, buddy! And all the smells—donut grease, car exhaust, smoke (sewer, cigar, incense), hot dog water, deep dish pizza, grime—an Eau d’ Belmont.

I'll tag @belialjones @endreal @kurnutus86 @hthrrloooo @chucklingpecan @big-low-t @dee-the-red-witch — and any other writer pal who'd like to participate. (But don't feel obligated! And P.S. feel free to use any recent work, be it poetry or prose, fiction or non. I've put poetry in these things before.)

#rust belt jessie #my writing #work in progress #tag game #drugs tw

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

Instead of scrambling at night to try and finish my prompt for the day, I decide to attempt it first thing in the morning. I hope this one came out a bit better! I was smiling to myself while working on it. Thank you so much again to everyone who has been so lovely and supportive of this little adventure! I can't believe we're two weeks in, and almost halfway through it and I haven't missed a day or given up yet 😂

14. Old bookstore on a cold day

The warm and comforting, yet musty smell of dust and old paper tickled his cold nose as he looked through the shelves. Books, their covers worn, some with age and some with love, their pages yellowing, were piled higher than he was tall, an impressive feat when considering his six foot four frame. The stacks covered every available surface, titles spilling out of the displays with no discernible order. He felt overwhelmed, unsure of where to begin as he spun in a small circle, looking for any titles or authors he recognized. He knew he wasn’t the biggest reader, but he listened when Matty spoke with bright eyes and sweeping hand gestures as he grew more and more excited about whatever book he had most recently picked up. 

George gritted his teeth and continued deeper into the shop, wrapping his arms around himself against the chill he couldn’t seem to shake, even as he ventured deeper amongst the stacks. The exposed yellow bulbs hanging from the ceiling reminding George of the warm tones used in movies to depict a summer day, as if it wasn’t snowing outside, his boots having left wet footprints on the mat as he stomped his feet, trying to dislodge the icey powder lest he track it inside with him. 

He could see why Matty liked the little old used bookstore, tucked away on a side street that George would never have even noticed if Matty hadn’t mentioned it before. 

“Can I help you find something this evening?” a voice asked and George spun around in surprise, coming face to face with an older gentleman, his gray hair spilling down past his rounded shoulders as he leaned heavily on his cane. Rationally, he knew he couldn’t have been alone in the shop, there had to have been someone working, but the clerk’s sudden appearance was still a shock. He swallowed hard. 

“I’m em, looking for a gift,” he said, “for a friend,” he winced, friend didn’t seem like a strong enough, like a powerful enough word to describe what Matty was to him. He was George’s best friend, but he was more than that. He was his soulmate, his other half, his partner, even if Matty might not fully understand the depth of George’s feelings yet, even if George didn’t fully understand them himself. 

“Dark curly hair, about yea tall, big glasses?” asked the man with a smile describing Matty perfectly. George flushed, and nodded the man grinning back with a sparkle in his eye. George wondered how he knew that. 

“I have the perfect thing,” he said, disappearing behind a stack of books and reappearing a moment later with a worn hardcover. 

He handed it to George who flipped through the pages, the dust jacket was missing but the title and author were embossed onto the side. On the Road by Jack Kerouac.

“It’s a first edition,” said the man, “it will make a phenomenal gift for your friend, it will really show him how much you care.” 

“How much is it?” George asked carefully, dread pooling in his stomach at the realization the book, while worn, if it was a first edition was most likely out of his meager budget. 

“It’s on the house,” said the man smiling, “just make sure that lad knows he’s loved.” 

George swallowed hard, not sure what to say as he ran his fingers over a smudged inscription on the first page.

“Are you sure?” He asked carefully and the man nodded. 

“He’s supposed to have that book.” he said sagely and George nodded, closing the book with the inscription still burnt into his retinas.

1 June, The 1975.

The 1975. 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

#allylikethecat #January OTP Prompts #Prompt Fills #Prompt Fill #Keep it Kind #Matty fic #gatty #i hope this is okay since fictional!Matty isn't physically in it #but i saw the prompt and was like THE BOOK #and then i decided it was important for fictional!george to give it to him #also the bookshop man is magic ive decided #and so is the entire bookshop lol #anyway thank you again for reading and being so lovely #you are also welcome to continue ignoring these

[gwasgy]

well. i have more playlists actually

Books:

On the Road by Jack Kerouac

Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

Carrie by Stephen King

Movies:

Sunset Blvd, 1950

The Devil Wears Prada, 2006 plus mirandy (inescapable)

Jennifer's Body, 2009 needyxjennifer

Creep 2, 2017

Fear Street: 1978, 2021 alicexcindy

The Batman, 2022 BatCat

Barbie, 2023 (includes soundtrack songs, you've been warned)

Other media:

NBC's Hannibal

Night In The Woods

(season 1) Dead To Me judyxjen

Vibes:

Hyperpop type nonsense playlist

Screamy Girls playlist

pink :)

Blue means it's one of the good ones! I think it's a good one! Yipee!!!

#woo woo woo #yeah i need to add images maybe? that would make it a REALLY long post though #k post #playlists

[whaddahelk]

I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of whack comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

- Jack Kerouac, On The Road (1957)

#jack kerouac #on the road #beatnik #beat poetry

[udo0stories]

New York City is the most iconic and most visited city in the United States. With its distinctive skyline, diverse neighborhoods, world-class museums, incredible Broadway productions, and melting pot of cultures, NYC attracts millions of visitors each year. (It’s also the place I call home.) New York City is huge. I mean, ten million people live here. Where do you stay when you’re here? There are so many hotels to choose from. To help you plan your visit and narrow down your options, here’s my list of the best hotels in NYC: 1. East Village Hotel Located in the East Village, my absolute favorite neighborhood in NYC, this boutique aparthotel is run more like an Airbnb than a traditional hotel. You get sent a code before arrival to check in, and there’s no staff or restaurant on site (though an outpost of The Bean, a popular NYC café, is right downstairs). The studio apartments are designed to reflect the neighborhood’s bohemian spirit, with contemporary artistic décor, beautiful exposed brick walls, and lots of natural light. The kitchenettes include a stovetop, refrigerator, microwave, dishwasher, and silverware. Rooms include comfy pillowtop beds, showers with good water pressure, a flatscreen TV, and complimentary bath products. Everything is pretty compact, but in an area with few hotels, this is one of the best-value spots. Stay here if you want to be in a central location with tons of great restaurants and bars at your fingertips.   2. The Marlton Originally built in 1900, this historic boutique hotel in Greenwich Village has been home to many of the area’s bohemian set, including one of my favorite writers, Jack Kerouac (he even penned a few novellas here). I like that the hotel’s extensive renovations still kept its classic aesthetic. The beautiful interior has a stately feel, with ornate moldings, herringbone parquet floors, and vintage furnishings like brass light fixtures, ornate rugs, and custom-made furniture. The staff are super friendly too. The rooms are pretty small, but well designed to make use of the space. They come with flat-screen TVs, comfy beds with plush bedding, wardrobes, minibars, and marble bathrooms. The Marlton is also home to an excellent bar that serves incredible cocktails, and there’s a complimentary breakfast available too. I think it’s the best value for your money in the area.   3. Vocabulary: The Franklin This three-star hotel is in a 19th-century brownstone in the Upper East Side, the neighborhood I live in (if you see me, say hi!). The rooms here are simple, but the hotel has some great perks, like a free 24-hour espresso bar and a standard late checkout time of 12 p.m. The restaurant is currently being renovated, so there’s no breakfast available on-site, but there are tons of places just steps away. The rooms are decorated in a minimal (but cozy) style, with white-painted chandeliers and cute original art. All rooms come with large TVs and comfy pillow-top mattresses, while their larger rooms come with a desk and easy chair. Everything is newly renovated, and the glass-enclosed showers have excellent pressure. The location is great too, as it’s on a quiet, leafy street close to Central Park and Museum Mile.   4. Hotel Indigo This four-star hotel is dedicated to supporting local street art and artists, and you’ll see plenty of their work throughout the building. The rooftop bar, Mr. Purple, is a favorite among locals for fancy cocktails, and on the weekends, the area turns into an upscale club. (Because of that, it’s a 21+ hotel.). There’s even a heated pool on the rooftop too. The rooms boast hardwood floors, bold artwork, and floor-to-ceiling windows with impressive views over the city. All rooms also include Keurig machines, desks, and a minibar (for which you get a $20 USD credit). The bathrooms are large, beautifully tiled, and feature rainfall shower heads. While there’s no breakfast served on site, you’re just steps away from tons of great eateries open at all hours. Overall,

I think this hotel is the best place to stay if you want to experience NYC’s legendary nightlife.   5. The Standard The Standard is one of the best hotels in the city (I think this East Side location is even better than the one in the Meatpacking district). The bar serves some of the best drinks in town and is usually always packed with NY’s fashionable set. There’s a café where you can get breakfast in the mornings too. The recently renovated rooms are gorgeous, decorated in a minimal design with bright pops of color and lots of natural light thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows. They’re pretty big too, especially by NYC standards. All rooms at this four-star hotel feature plush beds, fluffy down pillows, huge flatscreen TVs, Bluetooth speakers, cozy bathrobes, work desks, and stocked minibars. The bathrooms are spacious, with tiled walk-in showers and organic designer toiletries. You’ll also get complimentary access to the nearby Crunch gym (in case you want to work off all the delicious food from the plethora of nearby restaurants).   6. The Library Hotel Everything at this four-star hotel is book-related. Each of the ten floors has a different theme, and all of the 60 rooms have dozens of books that fit within that theme (the hotel has a collection of over 6,000 books!). There’s also a Reading Room lounge with work desks, cozy nooks for reading or writing, and 24/7 coffee, tea, snacks, and drinks. Guest rooms are a good size (for NYC) and feature rich wood furnishings in a sleek, contemporary design, with plush bedding, minibars, flatscreen TVs, desks, and luxury bath products. There’s also free breakfast, a rooftop terrace with a bar that serves literary-themed drinks, and really helpful staff. It’s a quiet respite from an otherwise busy and loud neighborhood. Stay here for a unique experience that’s close to major tourist sites like Times Square, the Empire State Building, and Grand Central Station.   7. The Sherry-Netherland Located on Fifth Avenue, right across from Central Park, this ornate five-star hotel is housed in a stunning Beaux-Arts building. The lobby boasts vaulted, painted ceilings and custom-made chandeliers, and the elevator even has a white-gloved operator, just to highlight how upscale this property is. The property’s Italian restaurant serves breakfast in the mornings, and there’s a fitness center available too. The spacious rooms are elegantly decorated, with mahogany desks, tasteful art on the walls, and large marble bathrooms. All rooms include flatscreen TVs, luxury bath products, complimentary soda, mineral water, and chocolates, and daily newspaper delivery. This is the place to stay if you want to splash out on a classy and timeless NYC hotel experience.

#Beautiful #Destinations #Discover #Travel #Vacation #City #Hotels #nyc #unitedstates #usa #York

[bri-the-nautilus]

yes agreed Kerouac fucking sucks...but I also don't like any beat literature. It's telling that the best author among his contemporaries was an amphetamine-addled trust-fund kid that murdered his wife.

Yeah Burroughs was a fun case lmao. I'm pretty sure he tried to tell the cops that they were pretending to be William Tell when he killed her. Seriously, all those guys were stoned out of their minds. Probably why their books are amazing if you're a 16-22 year old boy but utterly unrelatable if you aren't; there are tons of accounts online of dudes who read the Beats as teens and loved them but revisited them as adults and were like "wow these guys are losers."

Reading that one chapter of Dharma Bums where Kerouac's self-insert and his inserts of Snyder and Ginsberg do three-day-long alcoholic naked ritual fake-Buddhism sex with a shy local teenager was one of the most uncomfortable experiences I've ever had. I was like, wait, this book is based on his life, these characters are based off him and his friends, and he writes THIS??? And PUBLISHES IT???

The only Beat scribbles that I can somewhat tolerate are some of Ginsberg's poetry. "Howl" is pretty damn good, even if Ginsberg was kind of a weirdo. (sidenote: one of Kerouac's worst transgressions in my opinion was the section of Dharma Bums when he has his self-insert go to the San Francisco "Howl" reading and changed the poem's title to "Wail." Fucking Wail??? Really Jack? That word just doesn't have even a sliver of the impact and tone of the word 'howl'. A howl is something raw and primal, a hoarse, furious refrain. A wail is like a fucking baby that needs a nap or something.)

Something that always amused me about the Beats is that many of them are super aware that they're all self-destructive, miserable hedonists, but none of them do anything about it. All of Kerouac's self-inserts go through this weird nature detox where they swear off alcohol and become functioning human beings, but Kerouac died of liver failure in his mom's basement or some shit. The way Ginsberg describes the effects of substance use on his friends in "Howl" is graphic and objectively brutal (if I wasn't already convinced to never do drugs, that poem would've done it), but then he goes and makes street drugs out to be a religious imbibement akin to the blood and body of Christ. Hypocrisy about matters of self-care is everywhere in Beat literature when you start looking for it. Kinda wild.

Honestly, the more I think about it the more I think the best modern-day analogue for Kerouac in particular is fucking Ernest Cline. The Ready Player One guy. They're the same dude. They both have this fixation with the trappings of their youth (drugs for Kerouac, shitty arcade games for Cline), they both write books about self-insert characters obsessed with said trappings, both books portray the said characters as utterly despondent and in a downward spiral that they come out of while the authors are on that same downward spiral but show no signs of recovery. Obviously Cline hasn't died of whatever the '80s-pop-culture equivalent of cirrhosis is, but if you look at the way he completely half-assed RP2, character-assassinating Wade and Halliday in the process, and how he's reacted to criticism of his books, I think it's not an awful stretch to say that Cline is to RP1 Wade as Kerouac is to Ray Smith or whatever that guy's name was just in terms of how their characters can overcome their flaws but the men themselves just can't.

#bri rants about books #kerouac #beat generation #ernest cline

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 359a: Monday December 25, 2023 - "Christmas Morning 2023"

Santa Clause came and brought the promised Yellow Race Car for William who slowly explored his new toys before getting into the rhythm of opening presents with the rest of the family. Grandpa's records, Huck's tug wreath, Grandma's stocking, and Mama's necklace - he was the emcee and the main attraction this Christmas morning. The hit was Audrie's gluten free cinnamon rolls. A very nice morning as a family together in the Great Room, and cherished photos of a little boy's big Christmas morning.

Song: Elvis Presley - Merry Christmas Baby

Quote: "In the general uproar of gifts and unwinding of wrappers it was always a delight for me to step out on the porch or even go out on the street a ways at one o’clock in the morning and listen to the silent hum of heaven diamond stars, watch the red and green windows of homes, consider the trees that seemed frozen in sudden devotion, and think over the events of another year passed." ― Jack Kerouac, Not Long Ago Joy Abounded at Christmas

[tiktaalic]

if i ever get famous my prime objective would be to discreetly drop hints that i was desticule adjacent but they would be SO discreet..i would be cought in an instafram live on my laptop with the firefox len animated rain tab header for example. i would hmm maybe wear the angels number shirt in street candids the lachce is too obvi i think. i'm workshopping but lmk what you think

angel numbers is fine people love angel numbers you go out in public and gay men and college women alike are like woag cool shirt. perfectly innocuous. im trying to put together in my head what a post would look like that says guys i think anon is on supernatural tumblr just look at this [completely baseless but correct proof]. blue and green heart combo in something you post. jack kerouac on your bookshelf or as something you mention reading. making a playlist with twist and shout or cant help falling in love with you on it but NOT both on one because that gives away the game immediately. outfit pic with carolina brown loggers. OH. if you are at a bar or diner or whatever you have to put carryon my wayward son on the juke then post something normal on your story with it playing but not acknowledging it at all. like a 10 second vid of your friends sitting there talking w a caption like 😊 so good to see everybody! with kansas slamming away faintly in the background

#ask #anonymous