-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
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Although I am a fan of Kerouac's, there are some serious flaws in his meditative approach. In fact, so serious that the poem should be renamed How Not To Meditate. That being said, he did write a fascinating sacred text on Eastern Mysticism.
This poem is of no great significance. Meditation is a con. The mind is in continual motion conscious and at the subconscious level.
Probably chosen for the sole reason that it was written by Jack Kerouac. Besides 'inauthentic' and 'second rate', as it's been described below, I'd add 'pretentious', as in 'the geezer doesn't know what he's talking about but wants to sound like he's an expert'.
Think I'd sooner be On the Road with Jack. But it's pretty good anyway.
'thinking's is just like not thinking-' is really a beautiful line in this nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
a relaxing poem of trying to achieve mind of a higher state? ..........well penned
Jack's spontaneous jazz compositions can very exciting from a literary perspective. When he was picking apart his own life experiences and rearranging them in writing for the enjoyment of others he was extremely adept at piecing together compelling narratives of adventure and misadventure. He spoke to growing disillusionment among the youth of his day. And he had the distinction of befriending some fabulous people that made the spinning of modern fables easier than it might otherwise have been. One of those friends went on to become the head of a Buddhist monastery in the west. Another traveled to Japan to study Buddhism first hand in the East. A third established a school of poetics with the context of a Buddhist university. So Jack definitely was exposed to Buddhism and the practice of sitting meditation. But honestly, he was never a devoted follower or practitioner, and I think it shows in this poem. The writing is good but the underlying understanding is lacking in my opinion. In that sense the poem is inauthentic, if still compelling because of the deftness of the author's abilities.
The blissful state of meditation explained quite nicely. Thank you, Jack. the mind.... blank, serene, thoughtless. and.... with joy you realize for the first time 'thinking's just like not thinking
I wonder if Jack ever truly meditated. He describes it well. However I don't believe that he was devout in his meditation. Maybe if he did manage to fall into the practice completely he would have had strength to stray from the bottle. Or maybe he would've ignored the part about moderation. This is making me think pointlessly. He's dead and gone and I will appreciate his work.
I mostly agree. Jack was much more the devout Catholic who had some friends who became and were quite serious in their devotion to Buddhism and sitting meditation (notably Philip Whalen, Gary Snyder and Allen Ginsberg) . So yes, it makes me question the sincerity of this poem.
wow this is amazing, it really speaks to a person. i love it
excel of writing- 'thinking's just like not thinking- So I don't have to think any more' ////// closed eye, closed breath! closed nose, closed ears! silence body on sense free nothing is to move in the dark of hope straight curtain no death; no birth in brain I'm meditated stain.........