Jack Kerouac

 

 

Mexico City Blues

Vincent Katz reads the 228th Chorus in its entirety  

– “Praised be man, he is existing in milk/ and living in lillies -/And his violin music takes place in milk/ and creamy emptiness -/ Praised be the unfolded inside petal/ flesh of tend’rest thought -/ (petrels on the follying/wave-valleys idly/sing themselves asleep) -/ Praised be delusion, the ripple -/ Praised the Holy Ocean of Eternity -/ Praised be I, writing, dead already &/ dead again -/Dipped in ancid inkl/the flame/ of T i m/ the Anglo Oglo Saxon Maneuvers/Of Old Poet-o’s -/Praised be wood, it is milk -/Praised be Honey at the Source -/ Praised be the embrace of soft sleep/ – the valor of angels in valleys/of hell on earth below-/ Praised be the Non ending -/Praised be the lights of earth-man -/Praised be the watchers – / Praised be my fellow man/For dwelling in milk.”