Friday, March 11, 2011

DIARY LYLYBYE - JACK KEROUAC AND THE BEAT GENERATION - 2011




NEW YORK CITY—Poetry and folk singing at McSorley's Saloon, 1959



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

Out



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

Anymore

If I can't hold

My little behind

To me in my room



Then it's goodbye

Sangsara

For me

Besides

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

Wailing



Saying



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)



Okay.

Quit.

Mad.

Stop.



Kerouac Jack







NEW YORK CITY—A poetry reading, 1959







NEW YORK CITY—Allen Ginsberg, Kerouac, and Gregory Corso in Greenwich Village, 1957







American writer William Burroughs, living at the Hotel Du Vieux Paris, Rue Git, 1970







LIVERPOOL, England—At the Blue Angel Beat club, 1964







Jack Kerouac





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