Few days back i read "on the road" by jack kerouac. I thought it would enlighten me as i heard a lot about it from great great readers and intellects. yes it did enlighten me but not as much as i expected. I would say the novel is just a celebration of America.
I wonder what would be today's America if Kerouac was Ernesto Guevara of the motorcycle diary.
After reading the novel i happened to look up Ginsberg's poetry America which is my favourite poem. i noticed the phrase "1400 miles per hour"
And you know what is it referring to? nothing other that Kerouac's "on the road"