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Saturday 9 July 2011
Trip to the US
I think I'm going to have to start a special list of things to experience once I am able to visit America. I would love to visit all the places mentioned on the show. Maybe I'll have to start a list of locations too. But there are things like Dolly Madison baked goods that I will never be able to get here in Oz. So that's the future plan, a trip to the US to complete my mission, one day.
Wednesday 6 July 2011
S01E01 Done!
I finished On the Road this morning. Good book - in the sense that it was interesting and easy to keep reading. Not in the wholesome, worthy sense. It a book full of debauchery and lacks conscience. The infamous Dean Moriarty is an awful womaniser, but there is little judgement to be found in the pages. Which I suppose is okay- an objective account - but I would caution any reader to see the pain caused by the actions - to the women and to Dean himself. How dysfunctional his relationships must have been. He saw sex as love, but love is more than that and he seemed to miss all the 'more than that', and took only the sex.
Apparently Kerouac wrote the book in three weeks after travelling seven years. It feels that way really. There's a conversational flow about it - extra long sentences that aren't quite grammatically correct, but make perfect sense; but intertwined in the conversation are highly descriptive and insightful passages that showed you how Kerouac saw the world and his journey. There was one passage that rang with me - 'Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road.' (p.231) On the front of the copy I read is a picture of two calm smiling men - the main characters of the book. No indication of the hecticness of their story. And I think of my own photos, always posed, always smiling, never depicting the true emotion or reality of the time they were taken. I have one photo of me dressed for a wedding, arms folded, scowling. I never really liked that photo, and I don't think it made it to the album, but its probably a truer photo than any I have.
Apparently Kerouac wrote the book in three weeks after travelling seven years. It feels that way really. There's a conversational flow about it - extra long sentences that aren't quite grammatically correct, but make perfect sense; but intertwined in the conversation are highly descriptive and insightful passages that showed you how Kerouac saw the world and his journey. There was one passage that rang with me - 'Dean took out other pictures. I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road.' (p.231) On the front of the copy I read is a picture of two calm smiling men - the main characters of the book. No indication of the hecticness of their story. And I think of my own photos, always posed, always smiling, never depicting the true emotion or reality of the time they were taken. I have one photo of me dressed for a wedding, arms folded, scowling. I never really liked that photo, and I don't think it made it to the album, but its probably a truer photo than any I have.
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