LANELESS WORLD DRIVE

 POEM Jazz killed itself But don't let poetry kill itself Don't be afraid   of the cold night air Don't listen to institutions when you return manuscripts to      brownstone dont bow & scuffle           for Edith Wharton pioneers or ursula major nebraska prose just hang 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 1959 poem by Jack Kerouac taken from "Scattered Poems", 1971

taken from Songs of Innocence (1789) by  William Blake To Mercy Pity Peace and Love. All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is God our father dear: And Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is Man his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. Then every man of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine Love Mercy Pity Peace, And all must love the human form. In heathen, turk or jew, Where Mércy, Love & Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.