Thursday, September 3, 2009

Lyrical Happy Dancers

...One afternoon I just gazed at the topmost branches of those immensely tall trees
I began to notice that the uppermost twigs and leaves were lyrical happy dancers
glad that they had been apportioned to the top,

with all that rumbling experience of the whole tree swaying beneath them
making their dance, their every jiggle,
a huge and communal and mysterious necessity dance,

and so just floating up there in the void dancing the meaning of a tree.

I noticed how the leaves almost looked human
the way they bowed and then leaped up
and then swayed lyrically side to side.

It was a crazy vision in my mind but beautiful...

-Jack Kerouac
The Dharma Bums, Chapter 25.

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