In the above 1975 photo by Ken Regan, Bob Dylan (left) and Allen Ginsberg pay their respects at Jack Kerouac‘s grave in Lowell, Massachusetts. Kerouac died in October 1969 at age 47. Since Kerouac hit that final road, his literary reputation has continued to grow — and people around the world revere his work and consider him a modern master.

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 exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh…”

From On The Road by Jack Kerouac