Readings From "On the Road" And "Visions of Cody" - Jack Kerouac/Steve Allen.mp3

[00:01.221]A lot of people ask me why do I write that book or any book.
[00:06.682]All the stories I wrote were true, Cause I believe in what I saw.
[00:11.172]I was travelling west one time, at the junction of the state line of Colorado,
[00:15.931]It's arid western one, state line of poor Utah.
[00:20.408]I saw in the clouds huge and mass above the theory golden desert of evenfall,
[00:25.950]Great image of god, with forefinger pointed straight at me.
[00:30.691]Through halos and rolls and gold falls there will likely existence of
[00:33.957]gleaming spear in his right hand would say:
[00:36.953]“Come on boy, go thou across the ground.”
[00:39.957]“Go moan for man, go moan, go grown, go grown alone.”
[00:45.726]“Go roll your bones, alone!”
[00:48.232]“Go down and be little beneath my sight.”
[00:51.470]“Go down and be my new seed in the part.”
[00:54.993]“Go thou, go thou, thy hands.”
[00:57.237]“And this world report you well and truly.”
[01:00.726]Anyway, I Wrote the book because we're all gonna die.
[01:04.225]In the loneliness of my life, my father dead,my brother dead,my mother far away,
[01:09.498]my sister my wife far away.
[01:12.761]Nothing here but my own tragic hands that once regarded by a world.
[01:16.750]Sweet attention.
[01:18.767]But now are left to guide and disappeared their own way
[01:21.265]into the common dark of our death.
[01:23.772]Sleeping on me roar bed alone as stupid.
[01:26.800]With just this one pride in consolation.
[01:30.313]My heart broke, in the general despair.
[01:34.316]Opened up inwards to the lord.
[01:37.057]I made supplication in this dream.
[01:40.320]So the last page of On The Road I describe how the hero Dean Moriaty
[01:43.818]come to see me all the way from west coast just for a day or two.
[01:47.308]Which has been back and forth across the country several times and cars
[01:50.339]and our adventures over.
[01:52.582]We're still great friends, we have to go into later phases of our lives.
[01:56.838]So there you go, Dean Moriaty ragged moth-eaten overcoat he brought
[02:00.832]especially for the freezing temperature of East, Walked off alone.
[02:05.086]and the last time I saw of him,
[02:06.868]he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue.
[02:09.368]Eyes on the street ahead
[02:11.612]and bent to it again.
[02:14.875]God.~
[02:17.877]So in America, when the sun goes down,
[02:21.872]and I sit on the old broken down river pier
[02:24.372]watching the long long sky over New Jersey,
[02:27.859]And sense all that raw land rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge
[02:31.616]over to the west coast.
[02:33.659]And all that road going, all the people dreaming the immensity of it.
[02:38.900]And in lowa I know by now children must be crying in the land
[02:42.402]where they let the children cry.
[02:45.403]And tonight the stars'll be out,
[02:47.387]And don't you know that god is Pooh Bear?
[02:50.142]The evening star must be dropping and shedding her sparkles dims on the prairie,
[02:55.387]Which is just before the coming of the complete night that blesses the Earth,
[02:59.638]Darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in.
[03:05.138]And nobody, nobody knows what's gonna happened to anybody besides
[03:09.391]the forlorn rags of growing old.
[03:12.385]I think of Dean Moriaty,
[03:13.881]I even think of Old Dean Moriaty the father we never found.
[03:17.388]I think of Dean Moriaty,
[03:19.110]I think of Dean Moriaty.