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narashinga
09-17-2007, 03:09 PM
so, and drunk

BigBlackSmoke
09-17-2007, 05:13 PM
I had to read kerouac for my summer reading. it was really boring.

Christophe dininski
09-17-2007, 05:55 PM
Read his stuff again in about 15 years dude

blaise
09-17-2007, 06:57 PM
This is a poem by Keroauc called How to Meditate:

lights out
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstacy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance -- Healing
all my sicknesses -- erasing all -- not
even the shred of a "I-hope-you" or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes -- and
with joy you realize for the first time
"Thinking's just like not thinking --
So I don't have to think
any
more"

[Edited on 9-18-0707 by blaise]

tackledspoon
09-17-2007, 07:10 PM
Originally posted by blaise
This is a poem by Keroauc called How to Meditate:

lights out
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstacy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance -- Healing
all my sicknesses -- erasing all -- not
even the shred of a "I-hope-you" or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes -- and
with joy you realize for the first time
"Thinking's just like not thinking --
So I don't have to think
any
more"

[Edited on 9-18-0707 by blaise]
Fuck.
On The Road isn't my favorite work of his, but the words "stranger flowers yet" make me giddy.

VenusInFurs341
09-17-2007, 07:36 PM
Originally posted by tackledspoon

Originally posted by blaise
This is a poem by Keroauc called How to Meditate:

lights out
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstacy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance -- Healing
all my sicknesses -- erasing all -- not
even the shred of a "I-hope-you" or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes -- and
with joy you realize for the first time
"Thinking's just like not thinking --
So I don't have to think
any
more"

[Edited on 9-18-0707 by blaise]
Fuck.
On The Road isn't my favorite work of his, but the words "stranger flowers yet" make me giddy.

Holy Shit...that's fucking amazing!

blaise
09-17-2007, 07:42 PM
One more, this one's called Buddha:

I used to sit under trees and meditate
on the diamond briht silence of darkness
and the bright look of diamonds in space
and space that was stiff with lights
and diamonds shot through, and silence

And when a dog barked I took it for soundwaves
and cars passing too, and once I heard
a jet-plane which I thought was a mosquito
in my heart, and once I saw salmon walls
of pine and roses, moving and ululating
with the drapish

Once I forgave dogs, and pitied men, sat
in the rain countin Juju beads, raindrops
are ecstasy, ecstasy is raindrops-birds
sleep when the trees are giving out light
in the night, rabbits sleep too, and dogs

I had a path that I followed thru piney woods
and a phosphorescent white hound-dog named Bob
who led me the way when the clouds covered
the stars, and then communicated to me
the sleepings of a loving dog enamoured
of God

On Saturday mornings I was there, in the sun,
contemplating the blue-bright air, as eyes
of Lone Rangers penetrated the dust
of my canyon thoughts, and Indians
and children, and movie shows

Or Saturday Morning in China when all is so fair
crystal imaginings of pristine lakes, talk
with rocks, walks with a Chi-pack across
Mongolias and silent temple rocks in valleys
of boulder and tarn-washed clay, -shhh-
sit and otay

And if men were dyin or sleepin in rooftops
beyond, or frogs croaked once or thrice
to indicate supreme mystical majesty, what's
the diff? and I saw blue sky no different
from dead cat-and love and marriage

No different than mud-that's blood-
and lighted clay too-illuminated intelligent
faces of angels everywhere, with Dostoevsky's
unease praying in their X-brow faces,
twisted and great,

And many a time the Buddha played a leaf
on me at midnight thinkin-time, to
remind me 'This Thinking Has Stopped,'
which it had, because no thinking was there
but wasnt liquidly mysteriously brainly there

And finally I turned into a diamond stone
and sat rigid and golden, god too-didnt dare
breathe, to break up the diamond that cant
even cut into butter anyway, how brittle
the diamond, how quick returned thought,-
Impossible to exist
Buddha say:
'All's possible'


(spelling mistakes mine, i had to transcribe it - Adam)

Harnk
09-18-2007, 07:40 AM
Originally posted by BigBlackSmoke
I had to read kerouac for my summer reading. it was really boring.

boooo hissssssssssss

hockywierdo
09-18-2007, 04:49 PM
on the road is like seriously my favorite book. love it.

uncle eggma
09-18-2007, 05:02 PM
on the road summery - road, train, bus, bus stop, smokes, drugs, drunk, jazz, friends, girls, smokes, america, road, drunk, jazz, home.

i like kerouac. the man loved cats.

feeling_retro
09-18-2007, 09:59 PM
i wanted to get on the road for some outside of class reading but my university's library sucks and all four copies are missing.

piaptk
09-19-2007, 12:37 AM
Kerouac was the first thing that I read that made me enjoy reading. My Sophomore English teacher gave me her copy of on the road and told me "I think this book will be good for a kid like you, just don't tell anyone I gave it to you... too much in the way of sex and drugs" which of course made me want to read it. It changed my life. Dharma Bums, Lonesome Traveler, Big Sur, Visions of Cody, Subterraneans, all of it is sooooo good. I can see not liking it, but how can you possibly find it boring?

piaptk
09-19-2007, 12:39 AM
Originally posted by feeling_retro
i wanted to get on the road for some outside of class reading but my university's library sucks and all four copies are missing.

A testament to its' awesomeness.