Thursday, March 09, 2006

Jack Kerouac

And I promised myself that I would begin a new life:" All over the West, and the mountains in the East, and the desert, I will tramp with a rucksack and make it the pure way"
"..see, the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, at least new fancy cars, certain hair oils and deodorants and general junk you finally always see a week later in garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution (..) to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to be in their heads for no reason (..)

The Dharma Bums (1959)

1 comment:

Steve Hayes said...

Forty-five years on, where's the rucksack revolution?