Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland
where you’re madder than I am
I’m with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I’m with you in Rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
I’m with you in Rockland
where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
My beloved who wills not to love me:
My life which cannot love me:
I seduce both.
She with my round kisses …
(In the smile of my beloved the approbation of the cosmos)
Life is my art …
(Shield before death)
Thus without sanction I live.
(What unhappy theodicy!)
One knows not—
One desires—
Which is the sum.
*(Kerouac translated by Allen Ginsberg)
saatlerini çatılardan fırlatarak zaman dışı sonsuzluğu seçenler & sonraki on yıl boyunca her gün çalar saat sesine uyananlar,
art arda en az üç defa bileklerini kesip de başarılı olamayan ve vazgeçip mecburen içinde yaşlanıp mızmızlanacakları bir antikacı dükkânı açanlar...