Friday, February 26, 2010

glittering san francisco night

Someone sent this to me once, I think because of the reference to Carolyn Cassady. I remember reading it and getting the nostalgic, sad feeling that I have when something ends and I think about my life changing and people leaving. The feeling I sometimes get when it's about sunset and I watch the slanted light falling on all the buildings in Chicago. I love it so much I starting choking up when I read it.

I'll get my ticket and say goodbye on a flower day and leave all San Francisco behind and go back home across autumn America and it'll all be like it was in the beginning—simple golden eternity blessing all—nothing ever happened—not even this—St. Carolyn by the Sea will go on being golden one way or the other—the little boy will grow up and be a great man—there'll be farewells and smiles—my mother'll be waiting for me glad—the corner of the yard where Tyke is buried will be a new and fragrant shrine making my home more homelike somehow—on soft spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars—something good will come out of all things yet—and it will be golden and eternal just like that—there's no need to say another word.

—Jack Kerouac, Big Sur

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