A Poem For Today - On The Road

[KEN DICKINSON]



Extracts from On The Road

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old.

Jack Kerouac

Sent from my iPhone

[K. Lauren de Boer]

Kerouac’s scroll of typing paper

Is on the road—

The debate

From town town:

Is it a marvel of

writing or typing?

K. Lauren de Boer
Youtube handle: @terravitamedia
Website: terravitabooks.net

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[Ken Dickinson]

Thanks lauren that scroll sure is a marvel and a metaphor for the road itself

Hugs

Ken

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Ken Dickinson