greatpoetsselected choruses from:
The Brooklyn Bridge Blues
And now that I've
achieved superhuman
perfection and compassion
and knowledge, naturally
I've lost human talents
of writing----temporarily
---Nowere to go -- All's
been done, I can only
tell you what God would
tell you -- Dry your tears
------- All women are nuts
------- Dry up your sins --- Me,
I'm too sick and tired
of this world to drink in't
-------if lustful gluttony
is my only blemishing sin
maybe I oughta just
starve to death
------ I am the
Writing Buddha -----
From these Blues we'll
go to H Y M N S
- Jack Kerouac
