Here is an extract from a piece of free writing I started today. This voice just popped out of nowhere and demanded some real estate!
We been riding this sonabitch since Ohm-ah-ha. Because you knew that you really wanted to and it would be days at this rate riding the tractor, before you got through the cornfields because the bitches went on for days. I took out my old beaten copy of Desolation Angles which is the only real Kerouac that I have read and re-read all these long days. The cat looks at me when I go to the bookshelf to take down this copy because he knows better than I do that it will put me in the mood for introspection and mooning about the place. I like to think back to the tractor with the cornfields hardly passing by, the passage of time goes mighty slow when you take a ride on the back of a tractor. It has something to do with inverse absolutes and I know this is the case because I got told it once in class, but I remember that it wasn’t the science lab that we were in, on account of it being blown to bloody hell and back by a kid called Billy Apple-bee who they told everyone had learnin difficulties. They said that cause they didn’t want any other of us kids getting the idea that you could just go around blowing up the school laboratories. They must have thought it right because right the week after the lab got blown to smithereens and we was still picking up chunks of glass and mortar, Harry Prowse called in a bomb threat and we all knew it were Harry who did it too because the police traced the call to his Ma’s house and she were none too pleased that there were a police car outside her house when she got off from her shift at the dry cleaners and Harry went to reform school after that and came back home after he had been there one term with a buzz cut cause he told us the school was infested with lice.
The reason why I carry Desolation Angels with me is that I like the title and Kerouac liked moving about the place. I think I’m a bit like him although I never been in the merchant marines and I’m not gay you’re not likely to see me taking off to sea cause I hate the thought of all that water. It makes me think of being trapped in something endless and I prefer solid ground beneath my feet and the smell of the soil when you walk through the corn you can smell the soil and the creatures in the ground doin the composting. It is a smell that’s as good as the smell of Sherelee’s hair when she lay in the sun next to you when you were ten and you could smell her hair mixed up with grass and molasses and you knew that was what it smelt like in heaven.