Wednesday, January 9, 2013

I think a little poetry is in order


I demand that the human race
cease multiplying its kind
             and bow out
             I advise it

And as punishment & reward
for making this plea I know
              I'll be reborn
              the last human
Everybody else dead and I'm
an old woman roaming the earth
               groaning in caves
               sleeping on mats

And sometimes I'll cackle, sometimes
pray, sometimes cry, eat & cook
                 at my little stove
                 in the corner
"Always knew it anyway,"
                 I'll say
And one morning won't get up from my mat

Jack Kerouac, 1962


  1. I want to have that poem's babies.

  2. Also- your son looks like a movie star.

  3. I said the same thing about Henry. But you know, he has your eyes, elizabeth.

  4. I don't think we need to STOP multiplying, but it would certainly benefit us all to slow down! I love Jack Kerouac, but I don't really know his poetry. This is a nice example.

  5. Brilliant! I was, by turns, frantic to get to the bottom to see who the author was and wanting to slow down and savor the words as much as possible. I wish I had written that.

    Thank you.



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