Alex <alex.TakeThisOut@eyekyu.com> wrote
> I can't find this poem anywhere on the internet and the book seems to be
> out of print.
>
> Does anyone have it? I don't think it's that long, i saw a picture of the
> book on ebay and it's actually a piece of paper folded five times.
>
> any information will be greatly appreciated.
I found it on a website, this is copyright infringement, but it's
Kerouac, and worth archiving:
imbaud (by Jack Kerouac)
Arthur!
On t'appela pas Jean!
Been born in 1854 cursing in Charle-ville,
paving therefore the way it stops
the abominable homicida impulse
of Ardennes?
Wonder goes that left your father!
Later you entered the school to the 8 years
A small capable latinista your '!
In October of 1869
Rimbaud writes poetry
in Greek French?
It takes a train escaping from house
to Paris without ticket,
the miraculous Mexican brakeman
he throws it of the fast train,
to the Sky, that
no longer he crosses because
the sky is everywhere?
Nevertheless, they take part
old mariconas?
Rimbaud astonishes to Rimbaud?
trains in the green Guard
National, proud, marching past
on the dust with its heroes?
hoping to be sodomised
dreaming about the last Girl.
- the cities are bombed
when he watches & watches
& bites his degenerated lips
& watches with gray eyes
Surrounded France André Gill
was precursory of André Gide -
Long strolls reading poems
in the piles of hay of Genet -
the Vidente has been born,
the disordered prophet
sends its first manifesto,
puts colors to the vowels
& to the consonants disquieting care,
is under the influence
of the old French fairies
that accuse of constipation of brain
& diarrea to him of the mouth -
Verlaine mentions to him in Paris
with less seriousness
of the one than it had to
exile girls to Abyssinia - " Merde!",
Rimbaud in the halls Verlaine -
Cotilleos in Paris shouts -
the woman of Verlaine has jealousy
of a boy without seat for its trousers -
the love sends money from Brussels -
the mother of Rimbaud
hates the inoportunidad of Madame Verlaine -
the degenerated Arthur
is suspected that she is a poet already -
Shouting in the Rimbaud barn
writes One season in Hell,
its mother shakes -
Verlaine sends to money & bullets to Rimbaud -
Rimbaud goes to the police
& demonstrates its similar
innocence to the pale innocence of its divine, feminine one, Jesus -
Poor Verlaine!
2 years in the big bag,
although it could have had a knife in the heart Iluminaciones!
Stuttgart! Study of languages!
On foot Rimbaud it walks
& crossing the Alps
it happens to Italy,
in search of tréboles, rabbits,
Kingdoms of the Geniuses
& ahead his nothing
except the old Canaletto,
death of the sun in old venecianos buildings -
Rimbaud studies languages -
she hears speak of the Alleghanis,
of Brooklyn, of the last American Plagues -
Her sister angel dies - Vienna!
She watches the pies
& she takes care of old dogs! I suppose!
The crazy boy gets ready in the Dutch Army
& sails to Java commanding the fleet
to midnight in the prow, single,
nobody hears his orders
but all the dim one shines in the sea -
August is not time to remain in Java -
Going to Egypt,
again is hung in Italy
so it immediately returns to house
to the deep sofa but march again,
to Cyprus, to direct a band of working pendencieros -
Like whom it looks oneself now,
this final Rimbaud? -
Dust of rock & dark backs & dry coughs,
the dream arises in the mind of the African French - the disabled of
the tropical always are loved -
the Red Sea in June,
the noise of chains in the coast of Arabia -
Havar, Havar, the magical point of the commerce -
They accept, They accept, the South of the Bedouins - Ogaden, Ogaden,
never known -
(Meanwhile Verlaine feels in Paris
on coñacs asking what aspect will have Arthur now,
& how shady they will be his eyebrows
since they believed
in the previous beauty of the eyebrows) -
Who he occupies of that?
What French class is those?
Rimbaud, golpéame in the head with that rock!
Rimbaud the serious one composes elegant
& erudite articles for National Geographic Societies, & after the wars
it gives back to the girl Harari
(Ja! Ja) to Abyssinia,
& it was young, had black eyes, fine lips, waved hair, & chests of
colored person
polished with copper nipples
& bracelets & united the hands in the back
& had as wide shoulders as those of Arthur,
& small ears -
a certain young person of chaste,
in Bronzeville-
Rimbaud also knows Polynesian small bones
with long hair in disorder
& brief chests & great feet
Finally it begins to deal
illegally with arms in Tajura being lead caravans, crazy person,
with a gold belt around the waist -
Forced by King Menelek! Shah de Shoa!
The sounds of these names in that noisy French mind!
The Cairo by the summer,
wind of bitter lemons & kisses
in the dusty park
where the seated girls embrace themselves
to the dust thought about anything - Havar! Havar!
In bunk until taken Zeyla lamenting its birthday -
the boat returns to castle
sadder Marseilles the plaster that the time,
that the dream, sadder that the water -
Carcinoma, Rimbaud is eaten by the final disease -
they cut his beautiful leg to Him -
her sister Dies in the arms of Isabelle
& before raising the Sky
she sends his francs to Djami,
Djami the Havari boy his personal servant
8 years in the African Hell of the French,
& all that added to anything, like Dostoievsky, Beethoven or Da Vinci
-
Thus, the poets, last awhile & they are shut up:
Nothing always comes from anything.
-Jack Kerouac<!-- ~MESSAGE_AFTER~ -->
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