Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I think a little poetry is in order
POEM
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
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I want to have that poem's babies.
ReplyDeleteYou and me both.
DeleteAlso- your son looks like a movie star.
ReplyDeleteI said the same thing about Henry. But you know, he has your eyes, elizabeth.
ReplyDeleteHa! Fabulous. And terrifying.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you.