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Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac

2nd Chorus Mexico City Blues

Man is not worried in the middle
 
Man in the Middle
Is not Worried
He knows his Karma
Is not buried
 
But his Karma,
Unknown to him,
May end —
 
Which is Nirvana
 
Wild Men
Who Kill
Have Karmas
Of ill
 
Good Men
Who Love
Have Karmas
Of dove
 
Snakes are Poor Denizens of Hell
Have come surreptitioning
Through the tall grass
To face the pool of clear frogs

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Daydreams for Ginsberg

I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chim… of the clocks, and know it’s mid— night and in that instant the whol… world swims into sight for me
Trees

But a tree has a long suffering shapeIs spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain
Bus East

Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…
In Vain

The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
1st Chorus Mexico City Blues

Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
How to Meditate

—lights out— fall, hands a-clasped, into instan… ecstasy like a shot of heroin or m… the gland inside of my brain disch… the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid)…
 1
Haiku (The low yellow...)

The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
 1
211th Chorus

The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human… Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nit… Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Portrait of Mlle Rachel, by William Etty
On Tears

Tears is the break of my brow, The moony tempestuous Sitting downIn dark railyards When to see my mother’s face Recalling from the waking vision
 4
Hitchhiker

“Tryna get to sunny Californy” — Boom. It’s the awful raincoat making me look like a selfdefeated… murdering imaginary gangster, an i… a rueful coat, how can they unders…
 1
4th Chorus Mexico City Blues

Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
The Taste

The taste of rain —Why kneel?
 1
3rd Chorus Mexico City Blues

Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire
Nebraska

April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
Tenorman

Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
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