“I hit the streets when I was seven. It was in the middle of the Depression and I learned how to sing out of hard experience. To be black was to confront, and be forced to alter, a condition forged in history. To be white was to be forced to digest a delusion called whiteContinue reading “RKS Literature: Can a White Person Ever Know What a Black Person is Talking About? (James Baldwin)”
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RKS Literature: “The Communist Manifesto”: Your Horror at the Communists’ Intention to Do Away with Private Property
“You are horrified at our intending to do away with private property. But in your existing society, private property is already done away with for nine-tenths of the population; its existence for the few is solely due to its non-existence in the hands of those nine-tenths. You reproach us therefore, with intending to do awayContinue reading “RKS Literature: “The Communist Manifesto”: Your Horror at the Communists’ Intention to Do Away with Private Property”
RKS Literature: The Last Wishes of a Dying American Hobo (Jack Kerouac)
“I’m sick. I’m alone, I’m dying-see my hand up-tipped, learn the secret of my human heart, give me the thing, give me your hand, take me to the emerald mountains beyond the city, take me to the safe place, be kind, be nice, smile-I’m too tired now of everything else, I’ve had enough, I giveContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Last Wishes of a Dying American Hobo (Jack Kerouac)”
RKS Literature: The American Hobo is on the Way Out (Jack Kerouac)
“The American Hobo is on the way out as long as sheriffs operate with as Louis-Ferdinand Céline said, ‘One line of crime and nine of boredom’ because having nothing to do in the middle of the night with everybody gone to sleep they pick on the first human being they see walking. They pick onContinue reading “RKS Literature: The American Hobo is on the Way Out (Jack Kerouac)”
RKS Literature: Classes of Bums in Paris (Jack Kerouac)
“There are various classes of bums in Paris, the high class bum has a dog and a baby carriage in which he keeps all his belongings, and that usually consists of old France Soirs , tin cans, empty bottles, broken dolls- This bum sometimes has a mistress who follows him and his dog and carriageContinue reading “RKS Literature: Classes of Bums in Paris (Jack Kerouac)”
RKS Literature: The Lights of Christmas Will Not Save America (Jack Kerouac)
“….all you see is marshes and great black distances of night and far off, on hills, the little communities with Christmas lights in their windows blearing red, blearing green, blearing blue, suddenly sending pangs through me and I think, ‘Ah America, so big, so sad, so black, you’re like the leafs of a dry summerContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Lights of Christmas Will Not Save America (Jack Kerouac)”
RKS Literature: On the Bum Again (Jack Kerouac)
“And since I’m well and on the bum again & ain’t got nothing else to do, but roam, long faced, the real America, with my unreal heart, here I am eager and ready to be a big busted nose scullion or dishwasher on the old scoff scow s’long as I can buy my next fancyContinue reading “RKS Literature: On the Bum Again (Jack Kerouac)”
RKS Literature: A Hot Time at the El Carrido Per Motel (Jack Kerouac)
“Deni had big plans for what was going to happen at the hotel, which was the El Carrido Per to Motpaotta California potator hotel as I say with potted palmettos and seamen inside and also hot-rod champion sons of aircraft computators of Long Beach, the whole general and dismal California culture a palpable hangout forContinue reading “RKS Literature: A Hot Time at the El Carrido Per Motel (Jack Kerouac)”
RKS Literature: Death and What Lies Ahead (Françoise Sagan)
“He was dying. He knew now that he was dying. Something was tearing at his body. Meanwhile she was leaning over him, supporting him by the shoulders, and he felt the shoulder blade, ignominiously reduced to skin and bone, flinch beneath his wife’s gentle hand. Ignominy, that was what he was dying of, ignominy. WasContinue reading “RKS Literature: Death and What Lies Ahead (Françoise Sagan)”
RKS Literature: The Gigolo at the Cattle Fair (Françoise Sagan)
“She suddenly remembered that hectic party and the first glimpse she had of Nicholas, looking miserable because old Mme Essini was talking to him t very close quarters and giggling girlishly. Nicolas was pressed up against the bar, with no hope of escape. The scene had amused her at first, then she had looked atContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Gigolo at the Cattle Fair (Françoise Sagan)”
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