I can gladly say On the Road was probably the only classic novel I've actually enjoyed.
Something about Kerouac's words really appealed to me when I was reading it.
On the Road broadened my views, for sure. Made me want to travel the world, go insane. Just like the Beats did.
He had a word for everything. Even made up some to display his emotions better. Had a whole sentence for every fleeting thought.
EXCERPTS FROM "BOOK OF SKETCHES" (another book of his.)
"The dead man's lips are
pressed tasting death
as bitter as dry musk"
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"A big piece of myself is stuck
is choking me in my throat"
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"Animals don't have pride
Men shouldn't --healthy
men have no peacock
pride"
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"no kicks or
drugs available his
supple sad body,
just lies there
waiting for the
end of his 9 years"
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Basically amazing.
Seriously, read his books.
Fo' real.
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