August 4, 2009
Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (1963; repr. Harper Perennial, 2006), 137.
"I realize I'm just a silly stranger goofing with other silly strangers for no reason far away from anything that ever mattered to me whatever that was -- Always an ephemeral 'visitor' to the Coast never really involved with anyone's lives there because I'm always ready to fly back across the country but not to any life of my own on the other end either . . . ."
This hits home too much for me to write about now, but it breaks my heart sideways.
"I realize I'm just a silly stranger goofing with other silly strangers for no reason far away from anything that ever mattered to me whatever that was -- Always an ephemeral 'visitor' to the Coast never really involved with anyone's lives there because I'm always ready to fly back across the country but not to any life of my own on the other end either . . . ."
This hits home too much for me to write about now, but it breaks my heart sideways.
posted by Mr. Horton at 12:26 AM
1 Comments:
Hi David,
Great passage. Makes me kick myself for not having gotten around to this one yet.
Kerouac just may have nailed here the essential condition of (west) coastness.
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