5/8/2023 0 Comments Desolation angels author![]() ![]() ![]() “At night at my desk in the shack I see the reflection of myself in the black window, a rugged faced man in a dirty ragged shirt, need-a-shave, frowny, lipped, eyed, haired, nosed, eared, handed, necked, adamsappled, eyebrowed, a reflection just with all behind it the void of 7000000000000 light years of infinite darkness riddled by arbitrary limited-idea light, and yet there’s a twinkle in me eye and I sing bawdy songs about the moon in the alleys of Dublin, about vodka hoy hoy, and then sad Mexico sundown-over-rocks songs about amor, corazón, and tequila - My desk is littered with papers, beautiful to look at thru half closed eyes the delicate milky litter of papers piled, like some old dream of a picture of papers, like papers piled on a desk in a cartoon, like a realistic scene from an old Russian film, and the oil lamp shadowing some in half -” He writes the most amazing things I’ve read. There’s so sincere sorrow in those pages and yet still the “beat to keep” for Kerouac as a pioneer in the Beat Generation. It’s an insane novel of unbelievable scenes and phrases. I’ve just finished Desolation Angels by Kerouac today and I almost cried. ![]()
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