In December of 2008 Brian Hartenstein and family left America for an adventurous life overseas to live and work throughout Asia, raising three daughters with a sense of wonder and awe at the possibility of the world. It is now 2016 and the adventure continues back home in Oregon. This blog remains as a time capsule to that period. Thank you so much to all our friends around the world. Please stay in touch. We miss you all!
Monday, January 27, 2014
Go Moan for Man; Go Moan! -Beat Museum, San Francisco
lot of people have asked me why I wrote that book or any book. All the stories I wrote were true because I believed
in what I saw…” -Kerouac, Visions of
Saw this one coming, did you?
was traveling west one time at the junction of the state of Colorado…and I saw
in the clouds, huge and massed above the
fiery golden desert of eveningfall the great image of God with forefinger
pointed straight at me, through halos and rolls and gold folds that were like
the existence of a gleaming spear in His right hand, would sayeth, “Come on boy. Go thou across the ground; go moan for man;
go moan; go groan, go groan alone. Go roll
your bones, alone…” -Kerouac, Visions of
This is my guy having a Saul on the road to Damascus moment.
Go thou die hence, and of this world report you well and truly…anyway, I
wrote that book because we’re all going to die…in the loneliness of my life…
nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world in sweet
attention, but are not left to guide and disappear in their own way into the
common dark of all our death, sleeping in me raw bed alone and stupid with just
this one pride and consolation, my heart broke in general despair and opened up
inwards, to the Lord…” -Keroauc, Visions