Jack Kerouac

I’d completely forgotten about this: a posthumous voice-over reading from Jack Kerouac in Woody Allen’s Manhattan. The images on screen compete with those that Kerouac’s words are creating in your mind, but it’s still a good sequence.



Two lines in particular that I love from this. The first is when God tells him: “Go thou and be little beneath my sight.” (How perfect is that?) Second is when he considers his present loneliness and looks out to glimpse his inevitable end, and says: “Nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were regarded by a world with sweet attention, but now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our death.”