Big Sur Page #6
for a marvelous supper.
Lenora, you get a salad ready,
whatever else we need,
or you can...
Oh, no, no.
Oh doh doh doh doh doh
Mm-hmm.
of you alone now, okay?
Why don't we go to Nepenthe
and private our grief tonight?
And drink Manhattans?
Or go see Henry Miller?
I'm so exhausted, I can't
do anything or see anybody.
Already feeling awful guilt
We've made an appointment
with him about a week ago,
and instead of showing up at his
friend's house in Santa Cruz at 7:00,
we're all drunk at 10:00,
calling long distance.
And poor Henry just said,
"Well, I'm sorry
"I don't get to meet you,
Jack, but I'm an old man,
"and at 10:
00, it's timefor me to go to bed.
You'd never make it here
till after midnight now. "
His voice on the phone
just like his records,
nasal, Brooklyn,
good-guy voice,
and him disappointed in a way,
because he's gone
to the trouble
of writing the preface
to one of my books.
Though I suddenly now think
in my remorseful paranoias,
"Ah, the hell with it.
"He was only
getting in the act,
"like all these guys
write prefaces
So you don't even get
to read the author first,"
as an example
of how really psychotically
suspicious and loco
I was getting.
I'd begun to realize
in my soberness
that this thing
had come too far,
that I don't love Billie,
that I'm leading her on,
that I made a mistake
dragging everyone here,
that I simply
want to go home now,
that I'm just plumb sick and
tired, just like Neal, I guess.
I suddenly wonder if she's going to
horrify the heavens and me, too,
into those awful undertows.
I see her sad
blonde hair flying,
the sad, thin figure
alone by the sea,
the leaf-hastening sea.
"You are my last chance,"
she said,
but don't all women say that?
Can it be I'm withholding from her
something sacred just like she says?
Or am I just a fool
who will never learn
to have a decent,
eternally minded
deep-down relation
with a woman
and keep throwing that away
for a song and a bottle?
Ladies and gentlemen,
what we are having
is a sacrificial banquet
with all kinds of goodies
one little delicious fish,
so that we may pray to that fish
and take tiny, little bites.
Now, there's only about
four bites apiece, okay?
But there's all kinds of
different parts of the fish
where the bites are
even more significant
or substantial or beneficial.
But let me tell you, however,
the real way to properly
fry a fish...
Beautiful!
Lew.
That's fantastic.
Flipping the fish, now!
Oh!
Oh!
We're having fish, Jack.
Here you go, Jack.
You gotta eat, Jack.
I whispered love into
every orifice of that bite.
Oh, Lew, that looks beautiful.
Thank you.
It's beautiful.
Let us pray.
Jack?
This is the fish that
and feed us so that
we shall be stronger.
Thank you, fish people.
Thank you, fish god.
Thank you, moon,
for giving us
our light tonight.
This is the night
of the full moon fish...
which we are now going to consecrate
That
fish has all the death
of otters and mouses
right in it.
And that first bite
is for Jack.
It's just a tiny,
little bite, Jack.
Just chew it very slowly.
You just chew it really slowly.
Is he chewing?
Oh.
Yes, my drink.
I'll have that piece.
Okay.
If I try to turn over,
the whole universe
turns over with me.
It's no better on the other side
of the universe.
You got me all wrong.
I wouldn't be any good for you.
I know that now.
You're just tired of life,
and you want to sleep,
and in a way, that's
what I want to do, too.
Only, I've got Elliott
to worry about.
Could take both our lives
and solve that.
You, creepy talk.
You told me the first night
you loved me,
that I was
the most interesting,
that you hadn't met
anyone you liked so much,
and then you just
went on drinking.
I really can see now what
they say about you is true.
You keep groaning
about how sick you are,
and you really don't
and I know you can't help it,
but you are
really ratty sometimes.
But even that,
I know you can't help.
Why can't you follow through
with what your heart knows
is good and best and true?
You give up so easy
to discouragement.
And I guess, too,
you don't really want me.
You want to go home
and resume your own life
with Louise.
No, I couldn't with her either.
I'm just bound up inside
like constipation!
I can't move emotionally,
like you'd say
emotionally as though
that were some big,
grand, magic mystery!
Everybody's saying, "Oh,
how wonderful life is!"
How miraculous! God's made
this, and God made that!"
How do you know he doesn't
hate what he did?
He might even be drunk and not
noticing what he went and done!
Though, of course,
that's not true.
Maybe God is dead.
No. God can't be dead,
because he's the unborn!
You have all these philosophies
and sutras
you keep talking about.
But don't you see?
They've all become empty words!
I realize I've been playing
like a happy child
all my life
with words, words, words
in a big, serious tragedy!
Look around!
I've never
screamed in my life.
It's the first time
I'm not confident
I can hold myself together,
no matter what happens.
The devils
come after me tonight.
The creek will give me water
that will clear away
everything.
Suddenly the water in the creek
tastes different...
as though somebody's thrown
gasoline or kerosene in it.
The unbearable
anguish of insanity.
There's a tightening
around the head that hurts.
There's a terror of the mind
that hurts even more.
I feel evil forces
gathering down all around me
from her,
the kid...
the very walls of the cabin...
and the trees.
Even the sudden thought of Lew
Welch and Lenora is evil.
They're all coming now.
Jack.
Jack?
Love me...
please.
Even... Even if we never
see each other again,
let this last night
be beautiful.
Please.
I'm carking in my canyon.
Can you just do that for me...
Everything is death.
For the both of us?
They all look dead.
I can't.
I'm with you, Jesus,
for always,
but there's a battle somewhere,
and the devils
keep coming back.
Why can't you?
Jack, please?
I see the cross.
It's silent.
It stays a long time.
My whole body fades away to it.
I don't want to scare Billie
or anybody
with my death scream.
So I swallow the scream
and just
let myself go into death.
I can't possibly
stay here another minute.
all back to town.
Okay, but I sure wish we could stay
another week like Lenora wants to do.
Well, you drive me
and come back.
Heh. I don't know if
Lawrence would like that.
the place aplenty.
In fact, we gotta dig a garbage
pit to get rid of all the junk.
I'll do it.
It's exactly the size
fit for putting
We've all
read Freud sufficiently
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