“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles.” -Jack Kerouac
Spontaneous, alive, spiritual, radical, mad… only a few of the many words that could be attached to the great author and poet, Jack Kerouac. Born on this day in 1922 in Lowell, Massachusetts, Kerouac’s voice defined a generation, and forever changed the face of American literature. A truly undefinable creature, Kerouac’s legacy is one that remains unchallenged. So, happy birthday, Jean-Louis “Jack” Kerouac, one of the many talented “Beatniks” who challenged their surroundings, and cemented their place in history.