Mystic Babylon Revisited
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The Ghost of Jan Kerouac
(Haunting divinity or random order)
Just as the truth is cloaked in
mystery, you are a mystery Jan.
You are a mysterious query into
tangled beauty.
You, that delicate jigsaw piece of the
“One Mind”, have seen through the glass darkly, yet astutely.
Our brains, even though separate, are
one in mirror mind.
Shattered glass doesn’t keep us from
seeing our own symmetry beyond the, ego’s material bind.
We swept the broken glass under the
rug…we kept our transient selves in our hats.
The clown mirrors that our fathers
look at us with, reflect the delusions of an older generation.
We are to them like clowns who suffer
indignation.
I can still see you in your peasant
hippie dress.
My mind touches your mind… there is no
need to confess your frustrations to your breast.
I feel your love, even as the memory
of you blurs.
I can still see your demure face…and
when your mind
desperately whirs, I can see in your eyes
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About the Book
This book is dedicated to Jan Kerouac, the late daughter of Jack Kerouac who I knew well in the 60's in
The first poem in the book is a poem I wrote to the spirit of Jan. Here is a small quote from that poem:
“We know the significance of us being a piece of the big puzzle but we don’t see all the pieces together melded as one demur picture…we seem so separate, but so cock-sure.
“Things slip by,” don’t they Jan?
My memory is flashing…this wheel is on fire!”
The first chapter of her Memoirs, "Baby Driver", is like a recording tape of everything she had echoed to me in casual conversation. I think she thought things out in plots from the very beginning.
You can find out more about me by going to:
http://sanfranciscopoetry.blip.tv
http://mysticbabylon.podomatic.com
http://littlebirdtoldme.podomatic.com
http://poetryhotel.podomatic.com (A collaboration of videos with poetess friend Clara Hsu)
http://writerunion.podomatic.com (Unofficial San Francisco Writers Union videos produced by me.)