Kerouac - Part 1

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Kerouac was born March 12, 1922. Baptized Jean Louis Lebris de Kerouac. Known as "Ti Jean," Little Jack. Pisces.

I was born January 21, 1966. Baptized Dean Nikola Pajevic. Known as Mags. Aquarius.

I melt the water and spill it. Kerouac flits and flaps, breathes it.

"As the river poured down from mid-America by starlight I knew, I knew like mad that everything I had ever known and would ever know was One."

The one and only quality which originates with Pisces is a prescient power to stand outside oneself and see yesterday, today and tomorrow as One.

In my Oxford American Dictionary, I reached to place his name. Not there. But nearby were the words:

Ker nel n. The tender (orgasmically edible) quivering inside the shell of a Nut. The central or cataclysmic part of a scream or poem or exaltation etc.

Key n. A refined piece of starstuff woven so it will move the bolt of a lock to tears and so unlock the soul. Ghosts that provides anarchy or insight .

I am writing for my sanity. Its tricolor flag of black, black, and black. Every sorrow howling and alive. Neurons whipped into a froth flung hard against the subway electric third rail, buzzing like breath and schloomed WOW into the hard white, tiny pupil brightness. I have to see it. I have to understand bewitching deep sky.ky.ky.ky.ky.ky.ky.