Aikewara #7
“That little ole lonely elevator girl looking up sighing in an elevator full of blurred demons, what’s her name & address?” (Kerouac)
(photo by Robert Frank, The Americans)
(by Robert Frank, The Americans)
“… to see what death is like and death is like life, what else?” (Kerouac)
“What a poem this is, what poems can be written about this book of pictures some day by some young new writer high by candlelight bending over them describing every gray misterious detail, the gray film that caught the actual pink juice of human kind.
Anybody doesnt like these pitchers dont like potry, see?
Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the tragic poets of the world.
To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes.”
(Jack Kerouac, “The Americans” Introduction)
(via fuckyeahbeatniks)
