Friday, November 4, 2011

I’m reading Dharma Bums, by Jack Kerouac. It’s been awhile since I’ve read any of the beat writers, but I really just love how Kerouac sometimes just gets to the heart of things that are still so alive today. Although I don’t quite agree with the sentiment that college produces the type described in this excerpt, I sure think the world is full of exactly what he describes here as middle class non-identity…


Japhy and I were kind of outlandish-looking on the campus in our old clothes in fact Japhy was considered an eccentric around the campus, which is the usual thing for campuses and college people to think whenever a real man appears on the scene – colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows and well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstasy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization. (Dharma Bums, Kerouac, 38-39)

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