Bashō's Road

to the small poem and the quiet voice within

1. David Dix 12.14.12 / 2am

   Hint fiction not a term I’v heard in my circumscribed semi-literate world, but am reading up on it. Thanks for the intro.
2. Elizabeth 12.14.12 / 3am

   The deafening voice of silence……..
3. Bill 12.16.12 / 12pm

   “Out we jumped in the warm, mad night, hearing a wild tenorman bawling horn across the way, going “EE-YAH! EE-YAH! EE-YAH!” and hands clapping to the beat and folks yelling, “Go, go, go!” Dean was already racing across the street with his thumb in the air, yelling, “Blow, man, blow!” A bunch of colored men in Saturday-night suits were whooping it up in front. It was a sawdust saloon with a small bandstand on which the fellows huddled with their hats on, blowing over people’s heads, a crazy place; crazy floppy women wandered around sometimes in their bathrobes, bottles clanked in alleys. In back of the joint in a dark corridor beyond the splattered toilets scores of men and women stood against the wall drinking wine-spodiodi and spitting at the stars—wine and whiskey. The behatted tenorman was blowing at the peak of a wonderfully satisfactory free idea, a rising and falling riff that went from “EE-yah!” to a crazier “EE-de-lee-yah!” and blasted along to the rolling crash of butt-scarred drums hammered by a big brutal Negro with a bullneck who didn’t give a damn about anything but punishing[…]”

   Excerpt From: Kerouac, Jack. “On the Road.” PENGUIN group, 2010-02-26. iBooks.
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   A Vision of Michael.

   I am terrified by the darkness of his world. He has somehow achieved piece within and I see signs of radiant brilliance.
   He has achieved remarkable insight that I may never know.

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