Jack Kerouac 1922-1969
Mexico City Blues
Got up and dressed up and went out & got laidThen 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.
EverythingIs Ignorant of its own emptiness–AngerDoesn’t like to be reminded of fits–
You start with the Teaching Inscrutable of the DiamondAnd end with it, your goal is your starting place,No race has run, no walk of prophetic toenailsAcross Arabies of hot meaning–you just numbly don’t get there.
In Vain Your name:
Jack Kerouac, 1922 - 1969
The stars in the skyIn vainThe tragedy of Hamlet In vainThe key Continue reading...