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”
Jack Kerouac, How to medidate
mooi ook: http://anokatony.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/road1.jpg
ja tuulk! mooi plaatje ook, met Neal Cassady, hij vooral maakte diepe indruk kan ik me herinneren :-) mja, ook al slecht aan z’n eind gekomen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJLyWomZNq8
ik vind deze zo mooi:
http://www.kerouac.com/images/imagesnew/featured/cassady_lithograph.jpg
weird: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYYZBGJVJkk
weird? mooi! :-)
dank voor linkies
graag gedaan! ;^)
voor straks: slaap lekker!!!