Book of Sketches - Jack Kerouac [28]
-Circumcision cult
in origin — for if His
Kingdom is not of this
World, & the Soul is to
be Saved, it makes that
difference inside a
woman’s legs when her
permission is given —
Neal’s Pornographilia
is religiously intense —
The Phallic Cults
worship generation of
the species; the Aramaean
worships its Salvation
Jesus did not say,
but I believe in a
woman’s permission
Retirement annuities
that grow out of group
life insurance & hospital
plans & sick benefits, sponsored
by the modern big
company, are only an
attempt to cut out turn-
over of employees —
imagine devoting yr. entire
life, its soul & meaning
to a pineapple company
& accepting its retirement
annuities for reward —
“Stay with the Machine,
boys, dont need to run
away or shift to other
cogs, you’re just as well
off in this one — we offer
YOU SECURITY TILL THE
GRAVE.” — never mind
the Saviour, he never took
a shower. This company-
sponsored insurance, that
takes bites out of the
victims’ pay all their
lives to support itself (the
money clangs hollowly
from the Machine’s
twidget to the Machine’s
twadget) is called
protection — protection
against their being left
to drift free outside the M.
(M. for machine).
Big Business in Late
America prides itself on
growing figures, just as
a spokesman for the
Golden Age, “the American
Explosion,” points with
pride at the 3 inches
added height average of
American kids.
If not the highest,
then it’s the “fourth
highest” etc.
The faces & demeanors of
successful young American
businessmen: - a guarded
sense of one’s own
gentlemanness — the
face taut & ready to
smile the hand-shake
smile — a terrible
concern in the expression
that the subject wont
reciprocate the same
escalator tension from
empty gesture to empty
gesture — these gestures
are the ritual of Late
High Civilization — the
American workingmen
have adopted a surl
in superficial opposition —
but the Executive
secretly & queerly desires
the Worker’s “tough look”
& the Worker (excuse me,
the Man of Production
in New Overalls) secretly
practises Executive Smoothness
before his mirror.
Ad infinitum —
First signs of the
Machine really destroying
itself & People is the
guided drone plane with
Atom Bomb warhead
— “DRONE” is the
horror name, deeply
named by mysterious
High Priests in the Forums
of the Pentagon Glare.
. . (I worked on the Pentagon)
The gray drab Indian
village near Actopan, no
Coca Cola, no Orange Crush,
just dysentery-ridden
water, & lizards on the
old walls — Jesus has
made it hard on us.
But a maiden wears
a smile, & a little
hidden ribbon of meaning,
& at the brook the
waters ripple in the
shade of shepherd
trees — the flies are
insistent, but so is the
soul in its thoughts &
loves, O Man, Poor Man
— Thirsts developed in us by
the Machine are insatiable
As for “freedom” —
there’s no doubt of
freedom in Fellaheen
Cathy says: “Write it
right here now.”
“Look at her legs
move” (the bug) “she
wants to eat.”
J: Nobody eat the
bug.
C.: The bug eats the
shades up.
J.: I bounce (bowtz)
Pee-pit (paper)
We baint (paint)
That paused look of a
man pissing —
“Silly Faust — & the
mystery of history”
J: Arent you dired?
C: It’s a nightgown —
The Agrarian American
is the strongest American
because nearest to Fella-
heen condition
Santa Barbara
1. New notebook
2. Spoon
3. Toothbrush
4. Lunch
5. Dostoevsky
6. Matches for lamps
The Fellaheen women
let the men run things
— in the driveway of
the country store on
Sunday afternoon, they
wait in the car & smile
while the men goof with
beer cans — These are
Mexicans, Indians, of the
California countryside —
Western Civilization women
would say “Are you
coming John?”
American woman run
things, even kicks, —
have made life a drab &
sorrowful for their
Milquetoast Machine
husbands, the dumb fucks —
also the American women
have subordinated everything
to “my child” — my
so-called child — (the child
of God, lady) — & so
make the husbands