Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Honorable Discharge

Jack Kerouac's military discharge papers are quite an interesting read, which would make sense since Kerouac was quite...interesting. You gotta love a cat who can get himself honorably discharged from the military after only ten days. Nice, nice work, that.

Bowery Blues

The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don't know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.

I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don't know
Where to turn
In the Void
And when
To cut

For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
No advice
Just stone
Of New York
And on the cafeteria
We hear
The saxophone
O dead Ruby
Died of Shot
In Thirty Two,
Sounding like old times
And de bombed
Empty decapitated
Murder by the clock.

And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
TIght the lovely asses
Of the little girls
In love with sex
Showing themselves
In white undergarments
At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst.

I can't take it
If I can't hold
My little behind
To me in my room

Then it's goodbye
For me
Girls aren't as good
As they look
And Samadhi
Is better
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your head
In with Buzz
Of glittergold
Heaven's Angels


We've been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
(of Nothingness
I sing)


- Jack Kerouac


Blogger WarriorFive said...

He may be a genius, but I don't know what the hell he is saying.
Sometimes poets,
confuse thy soul;
tilt my head,
Fuck it;
You're brilliant,
the best.
Now go away...You drank enough.

3:46 PM  
Blogger UnknownColumn said...

I think Kerouac was talking about mutual stock bonds in that poem.

3:45 AM  

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