Sunday, September 27, 2009

mountain dog

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
-The Dharma Bums


Blogger Shari said...

That's a good book. Love the photo!

September 27, 2009 at 1:48 PM  
Blogger K. said...

Yes, Jack Kerouac. Good stuff.

September 27, 2009 at 6:03 PM  
Blogger Maria said...

Oh my God, Jenna, that's amazing. That quote is dead-on. I had that experience recently, walking around the woods nearby my parents' house recently, which I hadn't done in years. It was a spiritual experience.

September 27, 2009 at 9:59 PM  
Blogger LilacCottageGoats said...

Wonderful quote!!!! I feel that way about the woods myself.

September 28, 2009 at 5:18 PM  
Blogger b said...

that's not prospect rock is it?

September 28, 2009 at 11:27 PM  
Blogger finsandfeathers said...

Thank you for writing about The Dharma Bums earlier this summer. I bought the book and really enjoyed it, especially since most of the events occur around where I live, work and play in Northern California. It's really funny to read bout the wild parties in Marin and San Rafael where the hippies used to live in the 60's and today that same area is where the now millionaire hippies of the 60's still live.

September 29, 2009 at 11:05 AM  

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