I am reading Jack Kerouac's Mexico City Blues aloud (ich lese vor), and it is really agreeing with me. I am up to the 80th chorus (there's 242). It's a quick read, but I can see myself going back over it and reading it again. I don't have strong record of returning to books. I can see myself reading it aloud to others, with their mutual consent. I can see myself mutualise.
There's something very familiar about the writing. I recognise something of myself in there. There's parts that leave me stone motherless cold.
"I have no plans
No dates
No appointments with anybody
So I leisurely explore
Souls and Cities"
...
"F#ck is a dirty word
But it comes out clean."
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