One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
From Book of Haikus by Jack Kerouac, published by Penguin Poets. Copyright © 2003 by the Estate of Stella Kerouac, John Sampas, Literary Representative. All rights reserved.
The Essence of Existence is Buddhahood— As a Buddha you know that all the sounds that wave from a tree and the sights from a sea of fairies in Isles of Blest and all the tastes in Nectar Soup and all the odors in rose arbour —ah rose, July rose— bee-dead rose— and all the feelings in the titwillow's chuckling throat and all the thoughts in the raggedy mop of the brain— one dinner
Le corp de la verité pourre dans la terre The body of truth rots in the earth nourriture dans la terre Sanchez fourwinds bigtown, dont wail that at me Fraserville Quebec comes back to me In the night sun sleep warm, store it in tanks Blues of Old Virginia tree moonbottles over kiss time listener appeal Kissland Kissimee Florida These are Orlanda Blues
There's a middlewestern prurience about Greeks.— Your little earth-nut, O potato war, riots mama dears around papap's paternal root S i l k y b o o
( o o ! ) Found the Sound