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the bed fuckin bedcribs of the moon to see it all even unto the goddamned
last gory detail of some dismal robbery of the heart at dawn when no one
cares like Sinatra sings" ('When no one cares, " he sings in his low
baritone but resumes): "Some strict sweeper sweeping it all up. I mean the
incredible helplessness I felt Jack when Celine ended his Journey To The End
Of The Night by pissing in the Seine River at dawn there I am thinkin my God
there's probably somebody pissing in the Trenton River at dawn right now,
the Danube, the Ganges, the frozen Obi, the Yellow, the Parana, the
Willamette, the Merrimac in Missouri too, the Missouri itself, the Yuma, the
Amazon, the Thames, the Po, and so and so, it's so friggin endless it's like
poems endless everywhere and no one knows any bettern old Buddha you know
where he says it's like "There are immeasurable star misty aeons of
universes more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a
billion lightyears of multiplication, in fact if I were to go on you'd be
scared and couldn't comprehend and you'd despair so much you'd drop dead, "
that's what he just about said in one of those sutras - Macrocosms and
microcosms and chillicosms and microbes and finally you get all these
marvelous books a man aint even got time to read em all, what you gonna do
in this already piled up multiple world when you have to think of the Book
of Songs, Faulkner, Cesar Birotteau, Shakespeare, Satyricons, Dantes, in
fact long stories guys tell you in bars, in fact the sutras themselves, Sir
Philip Sidney, Sterne, Ibn El Arabi, the copious Lope de Vega and the
uncopious goddamn Cervantes, shoo, then there's all those Catulluses and
Davids and radio listening skid row sages to contend with because they've
all got a million stories too and you too Ron Blake in the backseat shut up!
down to everything which is so much that it is of necessity dont you think
Nothing anyway, huh? " (expressing exactly the way I feel, of course).
And to corroborate all that about the too-much-ness of the world, in
fact, there's Stanley Popovich also in the back mattress next to Ron,
Stanley Popovich of New York suddenly arrived in San Francisco with Jamie
his Italian beauty girl but's going to leave her in a few days to go work
for the circus, a big tough Yugoslav kid who ran the Seven Arts Gallery in
New York with big bearded beatnik readings but now comes the circus and a
whole big on-the-road of his own - It's too much, in fact right this minute
he's started telling us about circus work - On top of all that old Cody is
up ahead with HIS thousand stories - We all agree it's1 too big to keep up
with, that we're surrounded by life, that we'll never understand it, so we
center it all in by swigging Scotch from the bottle and when it's empty I
run out of the car and buy another one, period.

13

But on the way to Cody's my madness already began to manifest itself in
a stranger way, another one of those signposts of something wrong I
mentioned a ways back: I thought I saw a flying saucer in the sky over Los
Gatos - From five miles away - I look and I see this thing flying along
and mention it to Dave who takes one brief look and says 'Ah it's only the
top of a radio tower" - It reminds me of the time I took a mescaline pill
and thought an airplane was a flying saucer (a strange story this, a man has
to be crazy to write it anyway).