“When I speak of hatred, I’m not exaggerating. True, I wasn’t there. But when a husband and wife living under the same roof get to the point where each does his own cooking, each keeping his provisions in his own locked food cupboard, and one waits for the other to vacate the kitchen before gettingContinue reading “RKS Literature: What Else Could it be But Hatred? (Georges Simenon)”
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RKS Literature: Merciless Judging of Parents by Their Children (Georges Simenon)
“Today I realize that a couple with children is not just a couple. And sometimes they forget it. Near them in the house, almost always present, there are children who watch them and, in the measure of their own intelligence, judge them. The parents think of themselves as simply a father and a mother. ButContinue reading “RKS Literature: Merciless Judging of Parents by Their Children (Georges Simenon)”
RKS Literature: Harlem’s Sense of Community Before Its Collapse (James Baldwin)
“When I say I was luckier than the children are today I am deliberately making a very dangerous statement, a statement that I am willing, even anxious, to be called on. A black boy born in New York’s Harlem in 1924 was born of southerners who had but lately been driven from the land andContinue reading “RKS Literature: Harlem’s Sense of Community Before Its Collapse (James Baldwin)”
RKS Literature: Can a White Person Ever Know What a Black Person is Talking About? (James Baldwin)
“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)”
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)”
