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I'm An Old Man Now, And A Lonesome Man In Kansas / But Not Afraid / To Speak My Lonesomeness In A Car, / Because Not Only My Lonesomeness / It's Ours, All Over America, / O Tender Fellows --/ & Spoken Lonesomeness Is Prophecy / In The Moon 100 Years Ago Or In / The Middle Of Kansas Now.

The Apparition Of An Evil, Sick Unconscious Wild City Rose Before Me In Visible Semblance, And About The Dead Buildings In The Barren Air, The Bodies Of The Soul That Built The Wonderland Shuffled And Stalked And Stalked And Lurched In Attitudes Of Immemorial Nightmare All Around.

Who Can Live With This Consciousness And Not Wake Frightened At Sunrise?

The Parts That Embarrass You The Most Are Usually The Most Interesting Poetically, Are Usually The Most Naked Of All, The Rawest, The Goofiest, The Strangest And Most Eccentric And At The Same Time, Most Representative, Most Universal... That Was Something I Earned From Kerouac, Which Was That Spontaneous Writing Could Be Embarrassing... The Cure For That Is To Write The Thing Down Which You Will Not Publish And Which You Won't Show People. To Write Secretly... So You Can Actually Be Free To Say Anything You Want.

I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw The Feeling In The Heart Of Things, Walked Out To The Garden Crying.