I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.
I was getting drunk and didn't care; everything was fine
I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.
February dawn -- frost on the pathWhere I paced all winter.
Everything was fine with the Zen Lunatics, the nut wagon was too far away to hear us. But there was a wisdom in it all, as you'll see if you take a walk some night on a suburban street and pass house...
Dreams were so irrational, so gray with a nameless terror . . . and yet, too, so haunting and beautiful.
Don’t you have a class this morning, Georgie?Day mumbled something that sounded likeAncient History of the Near East and Greece.Poof! scoffed Everhart, flourishing his fork,Come with me and see the Ne...
Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls...
But let a perpetual smileof peace and satisfactionOn your lipsBe a symbol of the decision To think happiness (equanimity)Since everything that happensHappens in your head
At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world had offered was not...
And since I'm well and on the bum again & aint got nothing else to do, but roam, long-faced, the real America, with my unreal heart, here I am eager and ready.
And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhat far across, gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and hol...
And at first it’s so amazing to be able to enjoy dreamy afternoon meadows of heather up the other end of the canyon and just by walking less than a halfmile you can suddenly also enjoy wild gloomy sea...
Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.
Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did.
Do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.
Both of us had a lot to say, but there was no room to say it in, we were so tense and close.
Because in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was The pathway to wisdom lies through excess
I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.