JACK KEROUAC
12 march 1922 – 21 october 1969
A poet is a fellow who
spends his time thinking
about what it is that’s
wrong, and although
he knows he can never quite
find out what this wrong
is, he goes right on
thinking it out and writing
it down.
A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him for
many reasons. But the
poet persists. He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what any of his
fellow men say. In his
eternal search for truth, the
poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless in a
society built on time.
“Atop an underwood”
~ JACK KEROUAC
R.M. ENGELHARDT 