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Jack Kerouac

100 Poems

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  • Marie Thomasmembuat kutipan9 tahun yang lalu
    45th Chorus Mexico City Blues
    Euphonism, a softening of sounds
    Euphemism, a softened word –
    One is sonic, one is human
    Both are imaginary metaphors
    Metaphysical Exception taken by the old euphonious phoney of Arkansaw River bridge
    Excisor of taxes via tickets of taxes
    With what Euphonic doesnt-matter Really pronunciation
    price
    Dolichocephalic?
    Ichthyocephalic,
    Encephalotherapy.
    Dont point at your head
    The Judge says you’re crazy
    Breaky cephalic
    Ouch
    Inch of Grace, sigh.
  • Marie Thomasmembuat kutipan9 tahun yang lalu
    113th Chorus Mexico City Blues
    Got up and dressed up
    and went out & got laid
    Then died and got buried
    in a coffin in the grave,
    Man—
    Yet everything is perfect,
    Because it is empty,
    Because it is perfect
    with emptiness,
    Because it’s not even happening.
    Everything
    Is Ignorant of its own emptiness—
    Anger
    Doesn’t like to be reminded of fits—
    You start with the Teaching
    Inscrutable of the Diamond
    And end with it, your goal
    is your startingplace,
    No race was run, no walk
    of prophetic toenails
    Across Arabies of hot
    meaning—you just
    numbly don’t get there
  • Marie Thomasmembuat kutipan9 tahun yang lalu
    106th Chorus Mexico City Blues
    Man is nowhere anyway
    Because nowhere is here
    And I am here, to testify.
    Nowhere is
    what nowhere was
    I know nowhere
    More anywhere
    Than this here
    Particular everywhere
    When I fell thru the eye of the needle And became a tumbling torso
    In the Univers-O,
    Brother, let me tell you,
    I thought
    I was moving from somewhere to everywhere
    but nothing moved so I musta been and still be
    (must) no where be
    But that’s all up to the Saints
    I aint gonna say the Saints of Innisfree
  • Marie Thomasmembuat kutipan9 tahun yang lalu
    96th Chorus Mexico City Blues
    I tumbled down the street On a tricycle, very fast,
    I coulda kept going
    And wound up in the river,
    – Or across the trolley tracks And got cobble mashed
    And all smashed so that later on I cant have grit dreams
    Of Lakeview Avenue, And see my father die, Had I died at two –
    But I saw my father die, I saw my brother die,
    I saw my mother die
    my mother my mother my mother inside me –
    Saw the pear trees die,
    the grapes, pearls, penny trees – Saw little white collar girl
    with little black dress And spots of rose on each cheek,
    die, in her glasses In a coffin.
    But I raced my bicycle safely.
  • Marie Thomasmembuat kutipan9 tahun yang lalu
    “I have no plans No dates
    No appointments with anybody
    So I leisurely explore
    Souls and Cities
    Geographically I’m from
    and belong to that group
    called Pennsylvania Dutch
    But I’m really a citizen
    of the world
    who hates Communism
    and tolerates Democracy
    Of which Plato said 2000 years
    ago,
    Was the best form of bad government
    I’m merely exploring souls & cities
    From the vantage point
    Of my ivory tower built,
    Built with the assistance of Opium
    That’s enough, isnt it?”
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