Thursday, October 14, 2010

Kerouac on the Satrap

Under the ancient Persian monarchy, a governor of one of the provinces. A subordinate ruler.

"CODY: There was then talk of a certain Roger Boncoeur who started at Cape Cod, Provincetown Bohemian summers, walking the roads by night; and ended walking all over America in the night with a candle in his hand; later he went mad, or it simplified itself into something practical like a brakeman's lantern and some walking shoes and gear; or, really now, I can't tell; then his kid brother was it? Ben Boncoeur, that with fevered brow came runnning back from Mexico in dusty coaches of the Ferrocarril Mexicano, with a bomber like a hyacinth bough wrapped around his sculptured waits, waist, like a seraph, a satrap, a molasses black strap, a roach to kill a vulture, a mighty boomblast joint, the hugest hunk of Swaziland boom ever assembled in the history of the Paleontological Museum, or was it the Herbivorous? no, the, why of course, the goddamned, ah, the damn, old, museum there, you know the one I--the Botanical Gardens swimmingpool or whatever, the Botany Tie, the Botany Too, the Botanical Weed Garden and now everybody's left me fuddling in my own foolish thoughts, well that's all I've got left and if the Lord will be patient I shall again try to resume my narrative without suffering everyone to terrible and foolified hangups."

Jack Kerouac, Visions of Cody (1951).

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