Posts tagged ‘Kerouac’

October 21, 2010

by jhon baker

a comment of mine from another blog…

I once had to put a bullet from my .38 special snub nose revolver through my GPS navigator. It started with getting me lost in Chicago and finally drew it’s last straw when it refused to update after I bought a new map set for fifty bucks. This properly served as a warning to all my other electrical devices which began to act properly afterward.

 said other blog can be read here.

but the story is true only it belonged to my wife and became rather unnecessary with her acquisition of an iPhone.

rest in peace Jack, I don’t follow in your footsteps but thank you for inspiring me to make my own.

a poetry repost – but whose offended?

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I want to see a bull gore a toreador

I want to see a bull gore a toreador.

I only ever pray when an
ambulance goes by
other wise,
I don’t believe.

it’s madness but
why can’t it be cancer?
something nice and clean?

I hope this made you spill your tea.

– Hoc Scripsi 

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March 20, 2010

The Mad Road

by jhon baker

“the mad road
     driving men ahead

The raw cut,
the drag,
the butte,
the star,
he draw,
the sunflower in the grass…

ditches by the side of the road
O can se a bug playing in the grass

The crazed voyageur
of the lone automobile
presses forth his eager insignificance
in noseplates and licenses
into the vast promise of life –
the choice of tragic wives.

telephone poles
toothpick time

the mad road
     driving men ahead
the mad road”

All those words are Jack Kerouac’s. I claim none of them, I choose these from The Book, for their match to my trip the closest and most poetic when together. So the arrangement is mine and it belongs here but know that these are not mine and they belong to my hero, Jack Kerouac.

we leave now and didn’t sleep enough last night. We should have made love but we allowed tiredness and the unceasing need of sleep to dissuade us.
bad decision.

today’s meditation is this. All religion lends itself to leaders more bent of terror than love and peace. My belief is no different.
1995: AUM subway attack
Top leaders of AUM Shinrikyo (Japanese: “AUM Supreme Truth”), a Japanese Buddhist sect founded in 1987 by Asahara Shoko, released nerve gas into a Tokyo subway this day in 1995, killing 12 people and injuring thousands.

This ignores all the precepts. This ignores everything I’ve ever read. This isn’t what I practice.
I practice poetry. I study to be a buddha and know how imperfect I am. I am a terrible example.

now two non-haiku –

The great Zen patriarchs are
     painted with beards;
Whether they are frozen in snow
     or begging for alms.

– I wrote this

     Always time, all
illusion, a phantom or dream
      already passing.

– this one too.

Have a great weekend.
– Jhon

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