-ligts out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy 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"
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From guest kevin walker (contact)
As a recovering alcoholic I find Kerouac's lines fill my mind of realities and let them go -
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"Thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think
any
more"
That right there sums it up. Yes, I love his approach. I think I will carry those ending lines with me tonight as I lie in bed trying to fall asleep. Perhaps I will not think so much.
Kerouac's poetry is brilliant. -
I love his careless attitude- He is so clever and yet he desires to be a fool.. I like him. :]
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Jack was a clumsy Bodhisattva but man could he write a book, what difference does it make. Once the Bhagavad Gita was written, didn't we have an obligation to explore every single thought?
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If only it were this easy Jack.. Catressa
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