The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don't know why
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This is typical Kerouac...rambling, anxious, stark, sensual...full of unexplained imagery. I am only a fan of stream of consciousness writing when it has a location and a destination. Words on a page do not necessarily poetry make!
I am hurt! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Very much a street poem of New York City, quite pessimistic. Also visionary in some lines, 'For no church told me/ No guru holds me/ Just stone of New York'.
This is a beautiful poem having touching expression and nice collocation.
Little and little great and small feelings of likable sorrow of amendable delineated here /// its straightforward poetic style /// like it
Such a well crafted poem by Jack Kerouac....................
The Great Kerouac! Brilliant writer, poet and musician!