On The Road (Again)

Just Another Urban Sculpture (The Horse Before the Cart). Barcelona, Catalunya, 2017

For us, back to Barcelona…for Sal Paradise, it was back and forth across the United States and into Mexico.

The beat goes on. Can you dig it?

IMHO, here is the best single sentence from Jack Kerouac’s, On The Road:

“And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was a complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiances shining in bright Mind Esence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven.” (Part 2, Chapter 10)

In response, I would quote:

“You said a mouthful, Doc.” –Seldom Seen Smith, The Monkey Wrench Gang, (Edward Abbey, 1975)