Scattered Poems Quotes

“I clearly saw the skeleton underneath
all this show of personality
what is left of a man
and all his pride but bones?”
― Jack Kerouac, Scattered Poems

“…of constipation of the brain & diarrhea of the mouth.”
― Jack Kerouac, Scattered Poems

“What is the universe
but a lot of waves
And a craving desire
is a wave…”
― Jack Kerouac, Scattered Poems

“O foot tired in climes so mysterious,
Don't go down the otherside for nothing.”
― Jack Kerouac, Scattered Poems

“Enormes tumbas tremendas de Actividad
En el desierto de África del corazón,
Los ángeles negros, las mujeres en la cama”
― Jack Kerouac, Scattered Poems

“Lucifer Sansfoi

Varlet Sansfoi



Omer Perdiu

I.B.Perdie

Billy Perdy



I'll unwind your

guts from Durham

to Dover

and bury em

in Clover--



Your psalms I'll 'ave

engraved

in your toothbone--



Your victories

nilled--

You jailed under

under a woman's skirt

of stone--



Stone blind woman

with no guts

and only a scale--



Your thoughts & letters

Shandy'd about

in Beth

(Gaelic for grave)



Your philosophies

run up your nose

again--



Your confidences

and essays bandied

in ballrooms

from switchblade

to switchblade



--Your final

duel with

sledge hammers--

Your essential secret twinned

to buttercups

& dying--



Your guide to 32

European cities

scabbed in Isaiah

--Your red beard

snobbed in

Dolmen ruins

in the editions

of the Bleak--



Your saints and

Consolations bereft

--Your handy volume

rolled into

an urn--



And your father

And mother besmeared

at thought of you

th'unspent begotless

crop of worms

--You lay

there, you

queen for a

day, wait

for the "fun-

sucked frogs"

to carp at you



Your sweety beauty

discovered by No Name

in its hidingplace

till burrs

Part from you

from lack

of issue,

sinew, all

the rest--

Gibbering quiver

graveryard Hoo!



The hospital

that buries

you

be Baal,

the digger

Yorick,

& the shoveler

groom--



My rosy tomatoes

pop squirting

from your awful

rotten grave--



Your profile,

erstwhile

Garboesque,

mistook by earth-

eels for some

fjord to

Sheol--



And your timid

voice box

strangled

by lie-hating

earth

forever.



May the plighted

Noah-clouds

dissolve in grief of you--



May Red clay

be your center,

& woven into necks,

of hogs, boars,

booters & pilferers

& burned down

with Stalin, Hitler

& the rest--



May you bite

your lip that

you cannot

meet with God--

or

Beat me to a pub

--Amen



The Almoner,

his cup hat

no bottom,

nor I

a brim.



Devil, get thee

back

to the russet caves.”
― Jack Kerouac, Scattered Poems