A Califórnia de Dean

"A Califórnia de Dean: viva, abrasadora, importante, a terra onde solitários amantes exilados e excêntricos vêm reunir-se como aves, e a terra onde todas as pessoas pareciam um pouco bonitos actores de cinema decadentes e falidos."

9 comentários:

Plasticine disse...

haaaa...foi o livro que me apaixonou pelos livros! Tive tanta pena que tivesse acabado a história :(

Paulo Assim disse...

Que vontade de reler este livro...

josé luís disse...

mr. thomas alan waits escreveu esta letra para «jack&neal» (ALBUM: FOREIGN AFFAIRS, 1977).
tenta encontrar a música, que vale a pena.

"Jack was sitting poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal hunched at the wheel putting everyone in stitches
Bragging about some nurse he screwed while driving through Nebraska
And when she came she honked the horn
Neal just barely missed a truck
And then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to California
You see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny
Yeah and with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
She drove like Andy Granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
And Jack was almost at the bottom of his MD 2020
Neal was yelling out the window trying to buy some bennies
From a Lincoln full of Mexicans and the left rear tire blowed
And the sons of bitches pretty near almost ran us off the road
And while the nurse had spilled the Maneshewitz all up and down her dress
And then she lit the map on fire Neal just had to guess
Should we try and find a bootleg route or a filling station open
The nurse was dumping out her purse and looking for an envelope
And Jack was out of cigarettes and as we crossed the yellow line
The gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
And it felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
And the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills in the mirror
Weaving out a negligee and a black brassiere
And the Mercury was running hot and we were almost out of gas
Just then Florence Nightingale she dropped her drawers and
Stuck her fat ass half way out of the window to a Wilson Pickett tune
And shouted Get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

Counting one eyed Jacks and whistling dixie in the car
Neal was doing least a hundred when we saw a falling star
And Florence wished that Neal would hold her instead of chewing on his cigar
Jack was nodding out and wishing he was in a bar
With Charlie Parker on the bandstand and not a worry in the world
And a glass of beer in one hand and his arms around a girl
Neal was singing to the nurse Underneath the Harlem Moon
And somehow you could just tell we'd be in California soon

Open up your golden gates
California here I come
I said California here I come
Look out California here I come"

josé luís disse...

abençoado youtube! aqui está:

Filipa Júlio disse...

dos livros da vida, oferecido pelo meu pai.

the beatnik generation
the beat(en) generation

Anónimo disse...

Que lindo! Vou comentar só para dizer que conheci hoje este teu blog e estou bastante contente com isso.

Beatrix Kiddo disse...

Tom waits for no one

abençoado youtube, kerouac e queridos comentadores que eu tenho

Beatrix Kiddo disse...

descobri o kerouac no 2º ano de faculdade e nunca mais nos separamos

Rrose disse...