First the audio portion of our program- Jack Kerouac:
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https://rickpdx.wordpress.com/2008/08/22/audio-visual/deadbelly5/
Read:
Bus East Poem written on a bus April 1954 from S. F. to New York BUS EAST Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend 5 years ago - other furies other losses - America's trying to control the uncontrollable Forest fires, Vice The essential smile In the essential sleep Of the children Of the essential mind I'm all thru playing the American Now I'm going to live a good quiet life The world should be built for foot walkers Oily rivers Of spiney Nevady I am Jake Cake Rake Write like Blake The horse is not pleased Sight of his gorgeous finery in the dust Its silken nostrils did disgust Cats arent kind Kiddies anent sweet April in Nevada - Investigating Dismal Cheyenne Where the war parties In fields of straw Aimed over oxen At Indian Chiefs In wild headdress Pouring thru the gap In Wyoming plain To make the settlers Eat more dust than dust was eaten In the States From East at Seacoast Where wagons made up To dreadful Plains Of clazer vup Saltry settlers Anxious to masturbate The Mongol Sea (I'm too tired in Cheyenne - No sleep in 4 nights now, & 2 to go) NEBRASKA April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns Located in the dust Of the coming locust Live for survival, not for "kicks" Be a bangtail describer, like of shrouded traveler in Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $ The Angry Hunger (hunger is anger) who fears the hungry feareth the angry) And so I came home To Golden far away Twas on the horizon Every blessed day As we rolled And we rolled From Donner tragic Pass Thru April in Nevada And out Salt City Way Into the dry Nebraskas And sad Wyomings Where young girls And pretty lover boys With Mickey Mantle eyes Wander under moons Sawing in lost cradle And Judge O Fasterc Passes whiggling by To ask of young love: ,,Was it the same wind Of April Plains eve that ruffled the dress Of my lost love Louanna In the Western Far off night Lost as the whistle Of the passing Train Everywhere West Roams moaning The deep basso - Vom! Vom! - Was it the same love Notified my bones As mortify yrs now Children of the soft Wyoming April night? Couldna been! But was! But was!" And on the prairie The wildflower blows In the night For bees & birds And sleeping hidden Animals of life. The Chicago Spitters in the spotty street Cheap beans, loop, Girls made eyes at me And I had 35 Cents in my jeans - Then Toledo Springtime starry Lover night Of hot rod boys And cool girls A wandering A wandering In search of April pain A plash of rain Will not dispel This fumigatin hell Of lover lane This park of roses Blue as bees In former airy poses In aerial O Way hoses No tamarand And figancine Can the musterand Be less kind Sol - Sol - Bring forth yr Ah Sunflower - Ah me Montana Phosphorescent Rose And bridge in fairly land I'd understand it all --- Visual: reposted from another site to be nameless, with kittens,porn and other identifying material removed. (click on it if it doesn't animate automatically)
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