The legend of the Beats: Jack Kerouac (Jack Kerouac) - Bowery Blues | Exploring Poetry (The Blog)
Jack Kerouac, King of movement beats, writer and poet, was born on March 12, 1922 in Lowell, Massachusetts and died of bleeding esophageal dm5 varices and cirrhosis of the liver, on 21 October 1969.
Café Cooper Union - late afternoon iced March, the road (the Third Avenue) paved, frozen desert with tramcars - One man in the corner made a mark with his hand Somebody denies and out of sight behind a black and white column, frozen in time clown horror world - One child from Puerto Rico with a green stick bowed to hit the pavement, but changing your mind and stopping - Two new vans parked - The abandoned gray pink stone building across the street with dew rises to the serene winter sky, in peaceful workers under eaves ventilation neon practicing lessons with lethal Marmpas - A verbose blonde horrible throws smile grasps lips chatting to an old grandfather dm5 Bodhisattva dm5 on the sidewalk, the intensity pep the barely articulated words - Meanwhile a funny bum without feeling trying to beg them and pushed away skountouflontas not care about worldly ladies hindered the bags on the sidewalks - ineffably sad shattered the winter broken face of a passing man in icy waves - Followed by a Russian boxer with an expression Baltic loss, something grim and Slavic so desolate behind my hypothetical aware or evaluative my ability and that I shudder as the touch of a frozen stone when you think about it, the old sickening dm5 horror , as if the blinds on the old wooden beer lorry
Sean Mack Ontario without money, without betting, without health, bored paspatefontas the inside pocket of his coat without hope of ever seeing again after Miami lost pickles in Orcharnt Street and his father running back and forth to hospitals gray ice bone drying the moon katantropiazei coat and sing words what the mind brings Bleeding dm5 bloody naval Indian Besieged England in Tuesday's coats AVE reaches unconscious and eyebrows etched wine tincture Blood Fools glykokoitagmaton Very sad adventures away from barrel dm5 of Liverpool The granule bone Bottle black Liffef distant floating invisible scorer ocean wave. God bless and sings about them as I can not
Blues Cooper Younis The soundtrack is unbearable. The gaiety memory manufactures candidates lament my guts And my mind is flooded Lower side of blue orange table whimpering somewhat sarcastically The Puerto Rican hero hits vrontontas pocket of his coat Gonthrokopontas Proximity Where the mortuary waiting for bait (What kind of services They are broken barrels ;) Oh mercy Bodhisattva intellectual Radiation! Save the world from the brow of the Beautiful dm5 Illusion Hope, Hope Oh Oh Refusal, Oh Pope
Various parades inane The severity of fineness decisive man with broken back kicks his suitcase under the Washington Building at night Passing small marazomena Children Mommies dismal hope.
And pornogeros Ireland dignity dm5 without basis overblown beer at home half asleep in awkward TV Dinners And bile broth - Wearing new old coats destined to 'yes crease for youth shrivel in the barrel according to what suits the sea breeze seduces dm5 seafood eyes thinking that wrinkles & aging is real.
The signs of digging dm5 in order iced coffees palms Against the afternoon twilight Where the work of stone grants with weary hope. Oh Hope Hope Hope Cooper Eunice Oh Bowery of hope! Oh no Oh no ridiculous truths gaze flushed the Wild reality! Hiding dm5 in the Night Dead Like my father I see the crystal shards to migrate out of the field of light dripping pigeons dm5 shitty In World
The Pat Pollock with mop San cat angry Almost stumbling in her film Night Through what he sees Gloomy countries Invisible San hours walking in Transcendental Milk In Room sad respectable Jews ragged truck And observers jerked the cloth on the sidewalk saying I do not know I know, I know, As the gray-hat sits over their heads protecting them above the Infinite II 'sparkles with white back and dark black clouds as the sun Freedom honking above Sea Shipping Ships From inner
Jack Kerouac, King of movement beats, writer and poet, was born on March 12, 1922 in Lowell, Massachusetts and died of bleeding esophageal dm5 varices and cirrhosis of the liver, on 21 October 1969.
Café Cooper Union - late afternoon iced March, the road (the Third Avenue) paved, frozen desert with tramcars - One man in the corner made a mark with his hand Somebody denies and out of sight behind a black and white column, frozen in time clown horror world - One child from Puerto Rico with a green stick bowed to hit the pavement, but changing your mind and stopping - Two new vans parked - The abandoned gray pink stone building across the street with dew rises to the serene winter sky, in peaceful workers under eaves ventilation neon practicing lessons with lethal Marmpas - A verbose blonde horrible throws smile grasps lips chatting to an old grandfather dm5 Bodhisattva dm5 on the sidewalk, the intensity pep the barely articulated words - Meanwhile a funny bum without feeling trying to beg them and pushed away skountouflontas not care about worldly ladies hindered the bags on the sidewalks - ineffably sad shattered the winter broken face of a passing man in icy waves - Followed by a Russian boxer with an expression Baltic loss, something grim and Slavic so desolate behind my hypothetical aware or evaluative my ability and that I shudder as the touch of a frozen stone when you think about it, the old sickening dm5 horror , as if the blinds on the old wooden beer lorry
Sean Mack Ontario without money, without betting, without health, bored paspatefontas the inside pocket of his coat without hope of ever seeing again after Miami lost pickles in Orcharnt Street and his father running back and forth to hospitals gray ice bone drying the moon katantropiazei coat and sing words what the mind brings Bleeding dm5 bloody naval Indian Besieged England in Tuesday's coats AVE reaches unconscious and eyebrows etched wine tincture Blood Fools glykokoitagmaton Very sad adventures away from barrel dm5 of Liverpool The granule bone Bottle black Liffef distant floating invisible scorer ocean wave. God bless and sings about them as I can not
Blues Cooper Younis The soundtrack is unbearable. The gaiety memory manufactures candidates lament my guts And my mind is flooded Lower side of blue orange table whimpering somewhat sarcastically The Puerto Rican hero hits vrontontas pocket of his coat Gonthrokopontas Proximity Where the mortuary waiting for bait (What kind of services They are broken barrels ;) Oh mercy Bodhisattva intellectual Radiation! Save the world from the brow of the Beautiful dm5 Illusion Hope, Hope Oh Oh Refusal, Oh Pope
Various parades inane The severity of fineness decisive man with broken back kicks his suitcase under the Washington Building at night Passing small marazomena Children Mommies dismal hope.
And pornogeros Ireland dignity dm5 without basis overblown beer at home half asleep in awkward TV Dinners And bile broth - Wearing new old coats destined to 'yes crease for youth shrivel in the barrel according to what suits the sea breeze seduces dm5 seafood eyes thinking that wrinkles & aging is real.
The signs of digging dm5 in order iced coffees palms Against the afternoon twilight Where the work of stone grants with weary hope. Oh Hope Hope Hope Cooper Eunice Oh Bowery of hope! Oh no Oh no ridiculous truths gaze flushed the Wild reality! Hiding dm5 in the Night Dead Like my father I see the crystal shards to migrate out of the field of light dripping pigeons dm5 shitty In World
The Pat Pollock with mop San cat angry Almost stumbling in her film Night Through what he sees Gloomy countries Invisible San hours walking in Transcendental Milk In Room sad respectable Jews ragged truck And observers jerked the cloth on the sidewalk saying I do not know I know, I know, As the gray-hat sits over their heads protecting them above the Infinite II 'sparkles with white back and dark black clouds as the sun Freedom honking above Sea Shipping Ships From inner
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