- rejection of mainstream values
- experimentation with drugs and alternate forms of sexuality
- interest in Eastern spirituality
- spontaneity and open emotion
- visceral engagement and gritty world experiences
- spiritual yearning, paradoxically with grit
Our Desires
There is a wind that seeks the crevice
under my heart
the way insects file at night
beneath a doorway
Its edges are rough, it slits
the cords. It trips my steady breathing.
When it comes there is no one
I can trust.
It seems, at times, I have designed
too well this vision of you.
I cannot survive your eyes
when they are scarred with a need
for some lesser form of love.
I admit to this conceit.
And though you will not accept it
You love it nonetheless
It is just like you. Our desires
will always be kept sharp
by a kind of perversity. A need
to be each forever alone…
Its color is violet, like lips
that have been smashed by nights
or robbed of blood by lack of breath.
The wind I was speaking of does this.
I can feel it now.
-Jack Kerouac
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