"Jack Kerouac did not drive. He had an accident with nineteen years and left him. He sat in the passenger seat or behind someone cooing. Many of the journeys made by bus and travel bus are a category in themselves, cutting the window is another way of background sequence, so different from that devour that has the look when it is over the moon front of a car. And Kerouac's literature is literature plane sequence, a passage, a period in the eyes of the writer and of the reader. A Kerouac, along with Ginsberg and William Burroughs, each in his vein, it is the generation fee beat, its driver, but Kerouac never drove, just going, without having direction, no will to make sense. "Where are we going, man?. I do not know, But we gotta go. "
Fernanda Pivano, privileged witness that alternated between the writers wisely Hemingway well soaked when they were young, said in his Beat Hippie Yippie. "Maybe the error has been called beat generation Pivano -wrote:" in the days when Kerouac began to move the whole shebang was, above all, a generation go ("going"). Where they were, did not know for sure those pathetic, arrogant hipsters angelic face crisscrossed the United States as we later by our various places of the Duomo, in search of other friends who ride, where? Who knows, just walk. The truth of the old White Whale has not only killed the mad Captain Ahab "...."
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