Mexico City Blues. Jack KerouacЧитать онлайн книгу.
and Kerouaco’s –
even Asvaghosha’s Glorious Statement
and Asanga’s and Holy Sayadaw
and all the good and kind saints
and the divine unabstractable ones
the holy and perfect ones
All Buddhas and Dharmas
All Jesuses and Jerusalems
And Jordans and How are You’s
– Nil, none, a dream,
A bubble pop, a foam snit
in the immensities of the sea
at midnight in the dark
25th Chorus
Dont worry about death
Once you’re there
Because it is trackless
Having no track to follow
You will rest where you are
In inside of the essence
But the moment I say essence
I draw that word back
And that remark – essence’s
Unspoken, you cant say a word,
essence is the word for the finger
that shows us bright blankness
When we look into the God face
We see radiant irradiation
From middleless center
Of Objectless fire roe-ing
In a fieldstar all its own
Is my own, is your own,
Is not Owned by Self-Owner
but found by Self-Loser –
Old Ancient Teaching
26th Chorus
Knew all along
That when chicken is eaten
Rooster aint worried
And when Rooster is eaten
Chicken aint worried
Because what’s there to worry
What’s there to grow teeth
To eat rebirth’s beginningless
Meat of Eternal Comeback?
For Christ Sake stop saying
And saving your lives,
It’s only one more hour
Beyond your pale light
There’s no end on all sides
The saylessness, the sayless ork
awk ah of child
on afternoon sidewalk
Or of Hurubela Elephant Cow
of Ant Colonies
M’e’r y o cking
in a moment
of the Landscape day
in Vast Acadian
Pure Land –
Buddha loved all sentient beings
27th Chorus
Krissake Wakeup
Nuts like Carl Solomon
A sharp Jew I know,
Say that all’s already ended,
A dream a long time done.
Sit in the Bedlam high
Inside Mind listening dreaming
To the music of the time
Coming through the Aura Hole
Of Old Father Time
Mustache on a Jimmy the Greek
stage
Ork, song of Nova Scotia,
Silly, any, songs,
Floating in the Open Blue,
Balancing on Balloons,
Balloons, BALLOONS,
BALLOONS of Rosé Hope,
balloons Balloons BALLOONS
the Vast Integral Crap
a
Balloons
BALLOONS is your time
Balloons is the ending
THAT’S THE SCENE
28th Chorus
The discriminating mind.
Discrimination is when, say,
you’re offered something
And you accept it one way
or the other,
Not thinking of improving;
Then comes the Craft Gleam
And you look over to see
What’s to be to advantage,
And find it, pouncin like a Puma,
Like a Miser Hero of Gold
Cellars
& Herring
in barrels,
– And you seek to achieve
Greater satisfaction
Which is already impossible
Because of Supreme Reality
and Time
And Timelessness Entire
All conjoined & arranged & finished
By Karmas of Rue
In heavenlands remote –
You suffer & you fall,
You discriminate a ball.
29th Chorus
“Man, now, you wont let me talk”
Gripes the irreligious feline cat –
That cat has no trumpet
But bubblegum to blow on
Poor sad Bhikku of the Forest
Of poor, lost little Nino
In Calles of Forever,
Streets of Old Burma,
Be saved secret wretched
Urchin brother hero
You are protected
By the Guardians
of
the
Alone
All is alone, you dont have to talk
One Light, One Transcendental Ecstasy
If they dont understand that
In the South, it’s because
All their Baptists
Have not been to Shool