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or how to crush kiss or soft kiss, man he was a genius in the beginning'...
and so on, George went all the way telling me this till 6 A. M. it being one
of the most fantastic Buddha Charitas I'd ever heard ending with George's
own perfect enunciation of the law of the Twelve Nirdanas whereby Buddha
just logically disconnected all creation and laid it bare for what it was,
under the Bo Tree, a chain of illusions - And on the trip to New York with
Dave and me up front talking all the way poor George just sat there on the
mattress for the most part very quiet and told us he was taking this trip to
find out if HE was traveling to New York or just the CAR (Willie the Jeep)
was traveling to New York or was it just the WHEELS were colling, or the
tires, or what - A Zen problem of some kind - So that when we'd see grain
elevators on the Plains of Oklahoma George would say quietly "Well it seems
to me that grain elevator is sorta waitin for the road to approach it" or
he'd say suddenly "While you guys was talkin just then about how to mix a
good Pernod Martini I just saw a white horse standing in an abandoned
storefront" - In Las Vegas we'd taken a good motel room and gone out to
play a little roulette, in St Louis we'd gone to see the great bellies of
the East St Louis hootchy kootchy joints where three of the most marvelous
young girls performed smiling directly at us as tho they knew all about
George and his theories about erogenous Buddha (there sits the monarch
observing the donzinggerls) and as tho they knew anyway all about Dave Wain
who whenever he see a beautiful girl says licking his lips "Yum Yum'...
But now George has TB and they tell me he may even die... Which adds to
that darkness in my mind, all these DEATH things piling up suddenly - But I
cant believe old Zen Master George is going to allow his body to die just
now tho it looks like it when we pass through the lawn and come to a ward of
beds and see him sitting dejected on the edge of his bed with his hair
hanging over his brow where before it was always combed back - He's in a
bathrobe and looks up at us almost displeased (but everybody is displeased
by unexpected visits from friends or relatives in a hospital) - Nobody
wants to be surprised on their hospital bed - He sighs and comes out to the
warm lawn with us and the expression on his face says "Well ah so you've
come to see me because I'm sick but what do you really want? " as tho all
the old humorous courage of the year before has now given away to a
profoundly deep 15 Japanese skepticism like that of a Samurai warrior in a
fit of suicidal depression (surprising me by its abject gloomy fearful
frown).

15

I mean it was like my first frightened realization of what to be
Japanese really meant - To be Japanese and not to believe in life any more
and to be gloomy like Beethoven yet to be Japanese in gloom, the gloom of
Basho behind it all, the huge thunderous scowl of Issa or of Shiki, kneeling
in the frost with the bowed head like the bowed-head-oblivion of all the old
horses of Japan long dust.
He sits there on the lawn bench looking down and when Dave asks him
"Well you gonna be alright soon George" he says simply "I don't know" - He
really means "I dont care" - And always warm and courteous with me he now
hardly pays any attention to me - He's a little nervous because the other