"POEM" is an unnamed poem, written in 1959 by Kerouac. It appears in his anthology "Scattered Poems", published in 1970 by City Lights.
This poem touches on some of Kerouac's thoughts about Jazz, Poetry (Jazz and Poetry), and his thoughts about the ongoing evolution of his "New American Poetry". In other words - CREATE. Pay no attention to rules or snobbery. Write, write, write.
In short, it seems Kerouac has written a poem for poets. Enjoy!
POEM
By Jack Kerouac
Jazz killed itself
But dont let poetry kill itself
Dont be afraid
of the cold night air
Dont listen to institutions
when you return manuscripts to
brownstone
dont bow & scuffle
for Edith Wharton pioneers
or ursula major nebraska prose
just hand in your own backyard
& laugh play pretty
cake trombone
& if somebody give you beads
juju, jew, or otherwise,
sleep with em around your neck
Your dreams'll maybe better
There's no rain
there's no me,
I'm tellin ya man
sure as shit.
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