One two, buckle my SHOE. After reading some Kerouac, that is. 2003-03-07 - 6:25 p.m.
Wow. I finally finished "On the Road". Illegally of course, as I was standing behind the register in Shoetopia reading. I really don't know what to say about this book overall. I think I need to read it again for it to sink in. What can I say? Kerouac is the man. Anyway, chew on this a little bit:
"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old... "
I could sit here and type and re-type things forever before I could come up with anything to say to that. So beautiful, and yet more than a little sad too. Dean and Sal criss-crossed the country how many countless times, and saw many things, but did they ever really find what they were looking for? Does anyone?
I absolutely want to go on a long road trip now. For years my dad has been talking about driving out to visit my aunt and uncle in Colorado. This coming summer is going to be a very in-between season. I think it would be the perfect time. I want to see things. The Mississippi River. Endless rolling plains of billowing grass as far as the eye can see. The Rocky Mountains. Even on, further than that. I want to see it all. This is a great, big, crazy, beautiful, mad, fucked-up place that is just begging to be devoured.
Yeah. If all of that will still be here this summer, that is.
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La la la. On a completely less serious note, I was inspired to exercise my long-atrophied poetic muscles and write a poem.
"Ode to a Shoe"
You are a shoe.
I sell you.
Be you red, or white, or blue.
You are a shoe.
Well kick me in the ass with a pair of Keds and call me Dr. Sholes. I mean Dr. Seuss. I am exceedingly brilliant. ;)
Um, yeah. I can't remember what books I got from the library several weeks ago. I think there was a Margaret Atwood one and maybe Austen's "Emma", and something else. I can't remember. I must ignore the fruits of my recent book-buying frenzies and read a library book first, I think.
That's all I have to say for now, really. No werk until Monday. So where is the party already, people? Where can a simple girl such as myself find some booze around here? ;)