Danny James

Tag: Jack Kerouac

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MC

”Boy and girl, arms around each other, Maggie and Jack, in the sad ball of life, already crest fallen, corners of the mouth giving up, shoulders loosening to hang, frowns, minds forewarned–love is bitter, death is sweet.”

107: Maggie

I broke my adolescence over Maggie Cassidy this past weekend, and until some days, will I be enough to stand and heed the oceans brotherly call, oft where go the great detached on Icarian odysseys of forgetting.

It is a good book that makes me read myself after, and gifts a keepsake of genial sameness with it, when putting it down becomes a sentimental exchange, that though you must walk away, you cannot help but look back for, – like a time, a place, or lover past that sits forever in the fairer shade of memory. Every little paper-backed Universe on the bookshelf is an existence over, with fresh astoundments and none replaced as though born backwards going in, and the space between dawns are but a whelm of sleep.