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Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.

Jack Kerouac

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Jack Kerouac
Age: 47 †
Born: 1922
Born: March 13
Died: 1969
Died: October 21
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
East Chelmsford
Massachusetts
Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac
Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac
Kerouac
Jean-Louis Kerouac
Goddamn
Hiding
Feeling
Feelings
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Craftiness

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