Big Sur

by Jack Kerouac

The sea roar is bad enough except it keeps bashing and barking at me like a dog in the fog down there, sometimes it booms the earth but my God where is the earth and how can the sea be underground!—“The

Writing down these fantastic inanities actually but yet I felt I had to do it because James Joyce wasnt about to do it now he was dead

There’s the spider in the outhouse minding his own business—There’s

And in fact I can see in Cody’s eyes that he can see in my own eyes the regret we both feel that recently we havent had chances to talk whatever,

In fact we’re all strangers with strange eyes sitting in a midnight livingroom for nothing—And

“But what’s all this giving of ourselves, what’s there to give that’ll help anybody”—“You’ll