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*Jack Kerouac Alley (formerly Adler Alley or Adler Place) is a one-way alleyway in Chinatown, San Francisco, California that connects Grant Avenue and Columbus Avenue, running between "Vesuvio Cafe"
(255 Columbus Ave.) and Lawrence Ferlinghetti's "City Lights Books" (261 Columbus Ave.).
Philip Whalen 1923-2002
"You are a wish to be here wishing yourself." -Philip Whalen
As he lay dying, Philip Whalen told friends, "Just lay me to rest on a bed of frozen raspberries."
". . . If the product is ugly enough, poisonous enough and expensive enough, all Americans will buy it--they will cut down on food, sex, curiosity, and even their own fits of paranoia in order to spend more money on the product." -Philip Whalen
". . .Awake or asleep I live by the light of a hollow pearl" -Philip Whalen
"Ken remembered how they had both felt a kind of rejuvenation during the first year of their marriage. They were able to see the world as if they were much younger people who took a great delight in it, in that sense of having the world to do with as they pleased. Perhaps this new entity which they made, this "couple," really was a young and eager creature whose intelligence might be represented by a number less than a quarter the total reached by adding her IQ to his. The new, dumber social entity was perhaps dragging them down or hauling them apart, which was it?"
-"You Didn't Even Try"
"Roy was out rock hunting with Max Lammergeier. It was a warm day, early in the spring. The sunshine was hot, where they were sitting on top of a greater boulder. A frieghter was slowly making its way towards the Golden Gate and the Pacific. Roy said, "I don't know -- fuck it. All I really like is fucking and food and poetry and landscape and music. But I get tired of people too easily -- and they get tired of me: I talk too much and out loud. I want too much from them. I want to consume them, get so close that we both disappear. They don't like that, they get scared, bored ... I belong in a monastery ... an asylum ... jail."
-"Imaginary Speeches from a Brazen Head"
"He preferred to travel alone in the mountains. Going with a party was like going to a museum with other people: you must wait for them or they must wait for you and nobody can see anything and you have to go back alone, later, to find out what was really there. If you want to see mountains, why bring people with you?"
-"Imaginary Speeches"
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