Santa Cruz
Article III: Love and Loathing
i. then. how should I begin. to spit out the butt-end of my days and ways?
ii. it is impossible to say just what I mean! so how should I presume?
iii. Do I dare Disturb the Universe? to lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
iv. I am no prophet and here's no great matter; politic, cautious, and meticulous, full of high sentence but a bit obtuse: at times, indeed, almost ridiculous. almost, at times, the Fool.
v. Do I Dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
vi. and would it have been worth it, after all, would it have been worth while, after the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, after the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor- and this, and so much more?
vii. and the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! For I have known them all already, known them all: have known the mornings, evenings, afternoons, I have measured out my life in coffee spoons. No! I am no Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
viii. and how should I presume? in a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes of lonely men in shirt sleeves,
ix. before the taking of toast and tea. should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
x. and indeed there will be time to wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" time to turn back and descend the stair, but in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
Solilioquy I: the Kesey Bible
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. buy the ticket, take the ride . . .
and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well . . .
maybe chalk it off to forced consciousness expansion:
Tune in,
Freak out,
Get beaten.
-Raoul Duke
Article IV: The Far Side of Reality
i. what i really wanna know: what i really wanna say; I can't define.
ii. ineffable: adj. incapable of being expressed.
iii. nympholepsy: n. a frenzy of emotion, as for something unattainable.
iv. laconic: adj. using or marked by the use of a minimum of words.
v. what i really wanna say: is I've got mine.
vi. satori: n. sudden, indescribable, intuitive enlightenment.
vii. mana: n. a generalized, supernatural force, which may be concentrated in objects or persons.
viii. fossick: v. to search for any object by which to make gain.
ix. nepenthe: n. a drug or drink having the power to bring forgetfulness of sorrow or trouble.
x. what i really wanna say: is there's just one way back, and I'll make it, but my soul will have to wait.
