Jack Kerouac - Mexico City Blues: 242 Choruses

MEXICO CITY BLUES Other Works by Jack Kerouac
Published by Grove Press
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Lonesome Traveler
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The Subterraneans

Jack Kerouac Copyright 1959 by Jack Kerouac All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, or the facilitation thereof, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review. Any members of educational institutions wishing to photocopy part or all of the work for classroom use, or publishers who would like to obtain permission to include the work in an anthology, should send their inquiries to Grove/Atlantic, Inc., 841 Broadway, New York, NY 10003. Published simultaneously in Canada
Printed in the United States of America Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kerouac, Jack, 1922-1969. p. cm. eBook ISBN-13: 978-0-8021-9568-5 I. Title. Title.

PS3521.E735M4 1990 813.54dc20 90-2748 Grove Press
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www.groveatlantic.com MEXICO CITY BLUES

NOTE I want to be considered a jazz poet blowing a long blues in an afternoon jam session on Sunday. I take 242 choruses; my ideas vary and sometimes roll from chorus to chorus or from halfway through a chorus to halfway into the next. Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no-Butte All one light Old Rough Roads One High Iron Mainway Denver is the same The guy I was with his uncle was the governor of Wyoming Course he paid me back Ten Days Two Weeks Stock and Joint Was an old crook anyway The same voice on the same ship The Supreme Vehicle S. S. Excalibur Maynard Mainline Mountain Merudvhaga Mersion of Missy Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried But his Karma, Unknown to him, May end Which is Nirvana Wild men Who kill Have Karmas Of ill Good men Who love Have Karmas Of dove Snakes are Poor Denizens of Hell Have come surreptitioning Through the tall grass To face the pool of clear frogs Describe fires in riverbottom sand, and the cooking; the cooking of hot dogs spitted in whittled sticks over flames of woodfire with grease dropping in smoke to brown and blacken the salty hotdogs, and the wine, and the work on the railroad. $275,000,000,000.00 in debt says the Government Two hundred and seventy five billion dollars in debt Like Unending Heaven And Unnumbered Sentient Beings Who will be admitted Not-Numberable To the new Pair of Shoes Of White Guru Fleece O j o! The Purple Paradise Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million dollars He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by And then they got him The pool of clear rocks Covered with vegetable scum Covered the rocks Clear the pool Covered the warm surface Covered the lotus Dusted the watermelon flower Aerial the Pad Clean queer the clear blue water AND THEN THEY GOT HIM The Oil of the Olive Bittersweet taffies Bittersweet cabbage Cabbage soup made right A hunk a grass Sauerkraut let work in a big barrel Stunk but Good I am not Gregory Corso The Italian Minnesinger Of the Song of Corsica Subioso Gregorio Corso The Haunted Versemaker King Of Brattle Street.

In streets of snow He wove the show And worried in tunnels And mad dog barked KIND KING MIND Allen Ginsberg called me William Burroughs Is William Lee Samuel Johnson Is Under the sea Rothridge Cole parter Of Peppers Is Numbro Elabora If you know what I p a l a b r a

This Thinking is Stopped. Buddhas Secret Moonlight: is the Ancient Virtue of laying up and thinking happy & comfortable thoughts This, which modern Society has branded Loafing, is made available to people now apparently only by junk. Self depends on existence of other self, and so no Solo Universal Self exists no self, no other self, no innumerable selves, no Universal self and no ideas relating to existence or non existence thereof The Greatest, Who Has Undertaken to Comfort Innumberable Beings The Kind One The Art-of-Kindness Master The Master of Wisdom The Great Ferryman The Great Vehicle Being He Who is Free From Arbitrary Conceptions of Being or Non-Being The Genius of the Elephant The Destroyer of Elephant-Trainers by Death The Destroyer of Elephants by Death The Destroyer of Death The Destroyer and Exterminator of Death Exterminator of Being and Non-Being Tathagata The Essence Master The Womb The Manifestor Mans Made Essence Essences Made Man The Maker of Light The Destroyer of Light Mysterious Red Rivers of the North Obi Ubang African Montanas of the Gulchy Peary Earth Lakes of Light Old Seas Mississippi River, Chicago, the Great Lakes The Small Rivers like Indiana, the Big Ones Like Amazon. Joliet flew. Alma, the River of Snowy Love Amida, of Brightest Perfect Compassion The Tamiyani Trail across the Everglades Ai la ra la la rai la ra Singing breasts of women of earth receiving Juicy Rivers red earth Were all taking short cut Through Death Valley The Volcanic Mountains And the Lizard Ice And the Lice of Sand Lhasas of Weedblack Cock Rock Philtrite Redwoods so Huge They climb passes by God The Giant Angels In the Washington D C Blue Sky The Heroines of Cathedral Fellaheen Mexico Commenting on the Great Cities of the World, The Blue Marvel of New Orleans (land a swamps) Ingers had done windows with penal Australia too pear Attantisatasa the Central Essential Indy Portuga coit The great hanging weak teat of India on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti-Pousse Thumb The Salamander Japan the Okinawa Moon Spot The Pacific The Back of Hawaiian Mountains coconuts Kines, balconies, Ah Tarzan And D W Griffith the great American Director Strolling down disgruntled Hollywood Lane to toot Nebraska, Indian Village New York, Atlantis, Rome, Peleus and Melisander, And swans of Balls Spots of foam on the ocean Brown wrote a book called The White and the Black N a r c o t i c C i t y switchin on Anger Falls (musician stops, brooding on bandstand) Indian songs in Mexico (the Folk Chanties of Children at dusk jumprope at Saturday Night power failure ) are like the little French Canuckian songs my mother sings Indian Roundelays Row Canoe Ma ta wacka Johnny Picotee Wish-tee Wish-tee Negwayable Tamayara Para ya Aztec squeaks (ONLY THE MOTHERS ARE HAPPY) I caught a cold From the sun When they tore my heart out At the top of the pyramid O the ruttle tooty blooty windowpoopies of Fellah Ack Ack Town that russet noon when priests dared to lick their lips over my thumping meat heart the Sacrilegious beasts Ate me 10,000 million Times & I came back Spitting Pulque in Borracho Ork Saloons of old Sour Azteca Askin for more I popped outa Popocatapetls Hungry mouth And when they saw me Rowin my sailin canoe Across the lake of dreams In the Lotus Valley Swamp, And arrested me For the size Of my heart, Ts then I decided Dont Come Back Theyll eat your heart alive Every time. But theres more blood I shed Outa my pumpin heart At Teotihuacan And everywhere else Including Turban Block, Lookout, Ork I got more water Pissed in the Ocean As a sailor of the several seas Than Sallows Aphorism will allow Next page