211th Chorus

Jack KerouacJack Kerouac

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The wheel of the quivering meat
conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the
jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
Pones and Porcupines and Pills-
All the endless conception of living
beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind-Poor!
I wish I was free
of that slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead.
Jack Kerouac
About the poet

Jack Kerouac

Autobiographical novels, such as On the Road (1957) and The Dharma Bums (1958), of American writer Jack Kerouac, originally Jean-Louis Kerouac, embody the values of the Beat Generation.Career of Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac began in the 1940s but met not with…

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