The Road Goes On, Man!

March 12 – The Road Goes On, Man! 🚗💨

Jack Kerouac, wild wordsmith of the open road, born this day in 1922—mad poet of the restless highways, jazz-beat prophet scribbling destiny in a whirlwind of ink and neon dreams. The Beat Generation’s heartbeat. The guy who made the typewriter wail like a tenor sax, spilling out On the Road, that holy bible of motion, madness, and the endless chase for meaning in the headlights of America.

He wrote like jazz, like bebop riffing through the night, words tumbling raw, untamed—spontaneous prose burning through the page, a livewire of energy and soul. Dylan listened. The Doors listened. The artists, the drifters, the rebels—they all listened. A voice like a thunderstorm over a desert highway, crackling, urgent, telling us to move, move, move—no maps, no rules, just go.

The Beats tore down walls, kicked open the locked doors of literature, showed us a new way to write, to live, to dream. Still echoing today, man. Still rolling.

Got a favorite Kerouac line? Lay it down below. ⬇️

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