January 2009
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I have eaten beef stew with silent, shabby men in cheap eateries and fingered...
– Jack Kerouac, The Romanticist, September 1943
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Ernest Hemingway, Paris 1922
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
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Arthur Rimbaud, Wandering
I ran away, hands stuck in pockets that seemed All holes; my jacket was a holey ghost as well. I followed you, Muse! Beneath your spell, Oh, la, la, what glorious love I dreamed!
I tore my shirt; I threw away my tie. Dreamy Hop o’ my Thumb, I made rhymes As I ran. I slept out most of the time. The stars above me rustled through the sky.
I heard them on the roadsides where I stopped Those...
Helen Yentus, Albert Camus Book Covers
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Flâneur A person who walks the city in order to experience it. “There is no English equivalent for the term, just as there is no Anglo-Saxon counterpart of that essentially Gallic individual, the deliberately aimless pedestrian, unencumbered by any obligation or sense of urgency, who, being French and therefore frugal, wastes nothing, including his time which he spends with the leisurely...
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The Motorcycle Diaries
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1. To become a Boozefighter a man must attend 4 meetings consecutively and be...
– The Boozefighter By-Laws of 1946