Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back
Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream-grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they could be buried in those awful cemetery cities beyond Long Island City.
I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
Somebody had tipped the American continent like a pinball machine and all the goofballs had come rolling to LA in the southwest corner. I cried for all of us. There was no end to the American sadness and the American madness. Someday we'll all start laughing and roll on the ground when we realize how funny it's been.
Texas is undeniable...We were already almost out of America and yet definitely in it and in the middle of where it's maddest.
They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.
This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.
We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess--across the night...
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk- real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
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