Jack Kerouac

“Hitchhiker”

‘Tryna get to sunny Californy’ –
Boom. It’s the awful raincoat
making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs – my mud packs –
‘Look John, a hitchhiker’
‘He looks like he’s got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat’
‘Look Fred, that man by the road’ Some sexfiend got in print in 1938 in Sex Magazine‘ –
‘You found his blue corpse in a greenshade edition, with axe blots’

Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac “Bowery Blues”

The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don’t know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.

I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don’t know
Where to turn
In the Void
And when
To cut
Out

For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
No advice
Just stone
Of New York
And on the cafeteria
We hear
The saxophone
O dead Ruby
Died of Shot
In Thirty Two,
Sounding like old times
And de bombed
Empty decapitated
Murder by the clock.

And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
TIght the lovely asses
Of the little girls
In love with sex
Showing themselves
In white undergarments
At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst.

I can’t take it
Anymore
If I can’t hold
My little behind
To me in my room

Then it’s goodbye
Sangsara
For me
Besides
Girls aren’t as good
As they look
And Samadhi
Is better
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your head
In with Buzz
Of glittergold
Heaven’s Angels
Wailing

Saying

We’ve been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
(of Nothingness
I sing)

Okay.
Quit.
Mad.
Stop

Jack Kerouac

Last Night!! “Waiting For Jack” A Poetry Theater Event @ The Shortstop Bar

WAITING FOR JACK
A Poetry Theater Event
Produced by and Eve Brandstein, Rex Weiner & Michael C Ford,
Presented by The Shortstop

•    WHAT: Prominent LA Poets reading the works of Beat Era Poets… an homage, an invocation of spirits, and a rousing night of live poetry presented by the legendary Shortstop Bar in Echo Park
•    WHEN: Aug 13, 14, and 15, 7:00 – 9:30 each night
•    WHO: produced by Eve Brandstein, Rex Weiner and  Michael C. Ford,
•    WHERE: The Shortstop, 1455 West Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA 90026
•   CONTACT: (213) 482-4942 (public)… (323) 997 2853 (press only)
•    HOW MUCH: $5 donation

In a loose re-creation of the historic 1955 Six Gallery poetry reading, and other readings of the Beat Era, a group of prominent LA poets read favorite poems by Beat icons. As they read, they take on the personae of the various poets, and a dramatic situation takes shape as two offstage commentators drink, goof, commiserate and conjure up the poet-readers from the audience, one after another: all the while awaiting the arrival of “Jack” (Kerouac), who is always late, and may not show up. Finally, Jack appears (or does he?) and brings the evening to an emotional climax.

The 90-minute piece is partly scripted, partly improvised, not unlike a jazz performance where musicians depart from the sheet music to do their own thing. Poets are invited to choose the poems they prefer to read. The cast changes from night to night. As the evening progresses, the reality of the present shifts back and forth to the past. The effect will be a shamanistic evocation of the Beat Era, an homage to its lost heroes, as well as an entertaining night of live poetry.

POETS (only 8 or 9 will be read each night)

Denise Levertov
Kenneth Rexroth
Charles Bukowski
Philomene Long
PhilipWhalen
Diane DiPrima
Frank Lima
Kenneth Patchen
Barbara Guest
Ray Bremser
Ann Waldman
Jack Micheline
Laurence Ferlinghetti
Gregory Corso
Bob Kaufman
Lew Welch
John Thomas
Jack Kerouac
William Carlos Williams
Allen Ginsberg
Michael McClure
Gary Snyder
Philip Whalen
Brother Antoninus
Henry Miller
Philip Lamantia
LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka
Lenore Kandel
William S. Burroughs
Ted Joans

READERS:

Herbert T. Schmidt, Jr., Sarah Maclay, Bill Duke,  L. K. Thayer, Stephen John Kalinich, S.A. Griffin, John Harris, Pegarty Long, Jerry Garcia, Gail Wronsky, Chuck Rosenthal,  Cyril O’Reilly, Michael C Ford, Eve Brandstein,  Rex Weiner

Jack Kerouac

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“Anybody doesn’t like these pitchers don’t like poetry, see? Anybody don’t like poetry go home see television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the poets of the world. To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes.”

Jack Kerouac