Algiers, Louisiana
Bull?
Jane?
Hello?
Bull?
That sounds like the angel Sal Paradise.
How are you?
Fair.
Hi Jane!
We finally brought Ed Dunkel with us.
Is Galatea home?
Excuse me.
Lizards.
Ed?
Hi, Galatea
Get out of my sight!
You're an animal!
I guess I'll go help the missus sweep the tree.
Ass!
You're Sal, right?
It depends.
Do you know what these bastards did to me?
Dean leaves his wife and baby penniless because he wants to visit you.
And Ed, being a sheep wants to tag along.
Only they have no money!
So Ed asks me for the money, and I say, "I'm not giving you any unless we're married."
And Dean says, "Hey, Ed, stupid ass.
Marry the broad!
"No, I do love you too, honey...
Shut up!
So he marries me for gas fare!
And we get in the car, and Dean drives like Satan,
smoking marijuana the whole way,
and they won't even let me stop to use the ladies room.
And when I say something about it, they dump me in Tucson. In Tucson!
Come on, Galatea.
I mean.
Dean will be dead some day and then what can you say to him?
The sooner he's dead, the better.
Where were you going?
Can't I watch you guys screw?
Honey, I'm sorry.
A week, a couple of weeks.
I just thought...
You just thought what?
You could just leave me here in this house with strangers?
"Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,"
"Oh whither, oh whither, oh whither so high"
"To brush the cobwebs off the sky"
"Shall I go with thee?"
I would go with her.
We could go together, and we could brush the cobwebs from the sky.
"By and by, by and by."
What the hell has he ever done to anyone?
Well, he drove my mother halfway across the country.
Did he?
Yeah.
Nah...
Dean does not feel responsibility towards others.
He does not know the concept.
Then again, he feels others have some mysterious obligation to support him.
No, I'm OK, Bull.
I find it unspeakably distasteful.
But Dean gives everyone a damn good time just being himself
He gives illusions.
Tricks.
Maybe that's because you're not seeing what's really holy about Dean.
So he's a holy man now!
A religious figure in your eyes!
Argh, Paradise...
Aren't you a pretty little bird?...
What I see in him is compulsive psychosis.
Dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence.
Well, young man, I do believe the cocktail hour is upon us.
Now this nation is dead in its soul and we do nothing.
All we do is wait, for the end to come.
See?
She knows.
The female always knows.
And the end of the world will start here, too.
In Texas.
Louisiana.
Louisiana and Texas.
This is an outstanding martini.
Yes.
May I?
Please.
Mmm Mmm.
That is an outstanding martini.
You know that a bat, when they suck the blood out of things squirrels, and...
Dad, draw a face.
Dad draw a face.
They got teeth, long teeth, that's what they stick in the squirrels and then they suck the blood out of them.
What's their names?
I think, uh, Lorraine is a good name for a bat.
That's Lorraine
I need some wings on it like that, ain't that right, you little beast?
Here the toes.
I'm gonna sell it for a lot of money.
Money...
Translation is indeed treason.
I got him.
In English you got him saying "fingers rummaging...
person...
in his pockets".
Celine did not write that.
He wrote, "Hands in assholes and pockets."
Uh.
Well, um, if you could push it away from here.
Away, um, the crumbs.
So, how's it been with Ed?
I don't know how to do it.
How to make him happy.
Oh, it's simple really, honey, all you have to do is...
Okay, I'm.
Here is you, here's him, right here.
palm of your hand.
I mean, with mouth, but he'll be in the palm of your hand.
Boys always love that.
You'll love it too, I promise.
Merci
Now, something can and should be done to eliminate the black seed of noxious effluviants gestating in our unsuspecting gut.
I give you the orgone accumulator!
Captures the vibratory atmospheric atoms of the life principal.
Folks get cancer 'cuz they run out of orgone.
Come on!
You gotta try it with me.
It'll put some juice in your bones, I'm telling you.
I always rush up and take off 90 miles to the nearest whore house!
All right, oh hey, look at that, see how big he got?
See that, not an inch of cancer!
Let's crank her up.
And don't let the cocksuckers get you down
Looks like a fucking closet
The purity of the road.
The white line in the middle of the highway unrolled, and hugged our left front tire as if glued to our groove.
Dunkel, Dunkle, who's gonna shepherd you now?
Here are a couple bucks for you.
You know you don't have to do that, Bull.
It's alright, it's only money.
Thanks.
Don't forget to write!
I won't.
Bye, brother.
Dean, you keep her out of the ditch!
And zoom went the car!
And we were off again - for California.
Hey, listen to this one, Sal.
"'Not caring for their lives' is it?
Why, what in the world is there that we should care
for if it is not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time."
What do you think about that one, Sal?
Welcome.
I'll be right with you.
Thanks.
Willcox, Arizona
Can't you wait 'til we're in Frisco?
I don't care.
Dean's gonna leave me anyway.
When are you going to go back to Denver?
I don't know.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I could go back to my fiancé.
Fiancé?
He's a sailor.
He's been away awhile.
He's.
he's nice.
That's good.
I wish Dean wasn't so crazy now.
You could be wishing that the rest of your life!
I just want a house.
A baby.
You know, something normal.
I really do want that.
I just had a great idea, you guys are gonna love it.
Is everybody absolutely comfortable?
You alright Sal?
(Yeah.
"For it always happened when I woke like this and my mind struggled in an unsuccessful attempt
to discover where I was, everything would be moving around me through the darkness, things, places, years.
My body still too heavy with sleep to move."
How much money you got, kid?
Nothing.
But I got an aunt in Tulare, California.
She owns a grocery store and as soon as we get there, I'll have money for you all.
Yes, yes, we all got aunts, well let's go jump in back,
let's see the aunts and uncles and grocery stores all away across the road to get our kicks.
I'm Alfred.
Sal.
Hi.
Marylou.
Hi.
Alfred.
Hot damn, I left Bakersfield in a travel bureau car, left my guitar in the trunk of another one.
It never showed up.
Guitars and cowboy duds.
How much you got?
How much you want?
I knew a man, he forgave his wife for shooting him and got her out of jail.
Only, she shoots him a second time!
That's a good one
Hold on to your girdles
Baby!
Yes, yes, yes
Had my finger on the trigger so long
Seems like I'd shoot again by now
So hard when you can't stand the sound
I gathered your remains, cleaned up the stains
I took care for we once were friends
But it's hard when you're burning in a hell
And it's hard enough to be in love
And it's hard, ain't it hard, to love what you kill
San Francisco, California
Alright.
Go, hurry!
Really, you better make it to Camille's in time for dinner so she can feed your lazy ass!
Do you see what a bastard he is?
By the end of the week, darling.
Thank you.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!
Darling Sal, I'm going back to Denver, to my fiancé the sailor.
No more road for me.
Thanks for an amazing night, my sweet lover.
Why don't you kick Dean in the ass if you ever see him again.
I love you.
P.S.
Good luck with your book.
What the hell you looking at?
Campbell, California
Yoshi.
Brada.
Rodriguez.
Luigi.
Sal.. Shit, no. Oh oh oh
How the hell are you, man?
Better than you, my boy.
Have you eaten these last few months?
Not as much as you, fat ass!
Family man, huh?
Yeah.
How's Camille?
She's good, she's just resting.
Where's the Hudson?
Yeah.
Man, it's so beat I had to leave it on Market Street for the vultures.
Oh, shit.
And Marylou?
That dumb little box married one of her sailors.
And he's threatened to kill me if he finds me, so I'm gonna have to defend myself
and kill him and go to San Quentin for life.
That would be the end of me.
Oh, come on
How's your ma?
Still waiting for that 15 bucks you owe her!
Yeah, one day...
Guess what.
I'm gonna be a father again.
Really?
Yeah.
Sweet little Amy, she can stand alone for 30 seconds, she's 22 pounds and 29 inches long.
And I found out that she's 31 one fourth percent English,
27 and a half percent German,
27 percent Irish, 8 and three fourths percent Dutch,
7 percent Scotch and one hundred percent wonderful.
Yes.
Hush.
Ahh, heebie jeebies!
We gotta find ourselves some kicks.
Sal's here.
I heard.
He wants to take me out to hear some music.
You wish to come?
Who's gonna stay here and take care of Amy?
Alright then, I'll just go.
Dean, don't make yourself feel better by asking me along
I'll be back in a little bit.
Sal!
By Marylou's cunt, it can't be!
What?
That's 1.10 a ticket and a dime each for the jackets.
Can I hear a vouchii?
Vouchii!
Can I hear a sharooni mo' mo' mo' mo' mo'?
Sharooni mo' mo' mo' mo'!
You left out one mo'!
Let me hear that last mo'!
Mo'!
No way
Yip-rok!
Hereesi!
Look at that, Slim knows time, Sal!
He knows time!
Thank you!
But most important my sure-ooni mo' loves you!
Goodness!
Oh my goodness!
You are the bee's knees.
Wanna take you home and wake up with fleas.
Please, say hello to my future ex-wife!
Hey, Camille!
Congratulations on the baby.
If you.
Sal, excuse me.
Dean, I need to talk to you.
I want you to get out.
Just go.
Just get out.
Now, honey...
No.
You said you were going to take care of us and you were done fooling around.
I know that look on your face, Dean.
You're bored.
You're sick of me, and you're sick of work, and the baby.
I wanna.
I just want you to take your friend and get out of my house.
Do you realize how much I've given up for you?
I never want you back.
I never want to see you again!
I'll see you very soon, I promise.
Don't you dare lie to her, too.
You're a liar.
Liar... Liar...
I realized as we racked our brains for where to go and what to do, that it was up to me.
I counted my money and showed it to Dean and said, "Come to New York."
"Let's go to Denver first," he said.
"This time we must absolutely find my father, Sal!"
Your signature here...
We're taking the semi-pristine Chrysler to Kansas.
Along with yourselves, there's a nice young married couple.
We share the gas expenses equally among the five of us.
Are we all copacetic on that score gentlemen?
Yeah.
Ola
I'm very glad you have accepted my invitation to a few drinks after that perilous journey.
Ah, no problem, amigo.
Thank you.
Hmm, whiskey
I like young men like you.
You probably don't believe it, but, uh.
the truth is, I really don't like girls.
I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.
Excuse me.
To tell you the straight deal, I sometimes had to survive the streets of Denver by working far into the night.
Yes, I can appreciate, uh...
"Never leave a customer unsatisfied."
I had that tattooed on my ass.
Perhaps there will be some money involved...
Oh, yeah?
Ah.
Jesus!
Denver, Colorado
You see?
You give them what they secretly want and they just panic.
And here you go.
Club, extra mayo.
Enjoy.
Look, I did it for us, man.
I got twenty bucks off the old fag.
My old man, a little guy, Moriarty.
Known in these parts as "the Barber".
"Moriarty"?
No.
Never heard of him.
Sorry, son.
I ain't seen your old man in.
I don't know how many years.
New York, 1950
How long have we known each other?
5 years?
5 pretty good years.
Who are we now?
Who are we, yes?
Who are we now?
ah, a simple question.
Are you gonna tell us, Carlo?
I know I'm 23.
I know that I rely on my friends and my family for money...
Ah, ah.
Join that club, please!
I know I will.
I know there's no gold at the end of the rainbow.
There's just shit and piss.
But to know that, that makes me free.
You come in contact with social controls.
With custom, with moral code, and with law.
The town or city in which you live has laws which control you.
There are state laws, and the federal government in your name...
Mexico, huh?
Damn Sal, that's big
You know, I've been thinking.
I've never been south.
Damn, Sal, I wish you weren't going.
It'll be my first timein ol' New York without my good boy.
Shit, Sal.
We haven't talked straight in a long time.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah.
You see, man.
The older you get, those troubles just keep piling on.
Look at this.
That's Joanie.
Look at that smile, too.
Ain't she gonna break some hearts
Yeah.
She's beautiful.
Did I tell you Marylou's pregnant?
Well if it speaks French-Canadian, it's a complete coincidence
Shit
I'll leave you to it.
Thanks for the visit.
I'll write you.
I know you will.
Take care buddy.
Go get 'em!
Hey, Sal!
Now you know I habla la espanol, don't you?
La Estrella, Mexico
Gracias
Sir, sir!
Do you like it?
60 pesos.
No, gracias.
Hey kid!
You got any marijuana?
Marijuana?
Si.
Si si si.
Those are my brothers, my sister and my grandmother too.
Well, shit.
Your 'ma could learn a few lessons from this kid's grandma.
A man of word!
Victor.
This is the biggest bomber of tea I have ever smoked
What's his name?
Thomas.
Thomas?...
"El Paraiso"!
Hola
Hola, welcome to paradise!
Do you like girls?
Mucho, mucho love Mexico City is the holy place for more!
You're the best.
Gracias.
Thank you.
Look at this traffic, Sal!
Everybody just goes!
Dig those faces.
I want to be one of them!
Now we gotta eat this.
.How much?
We've got so much, we're rich!
They look just like us.
See, they're brothers!
My brother, I can smell the marijuana!
Yes!
Voyager, c'est bien utile, ga fait traveler I'imagination.
Tout le reste n'est que deceptions et fatigues.
Prends soin de ta mere.
To the good, old, dead, demented men we love.
Voila sa force.
Il va de la vie a la mort.
To the West.
"You got no calluses, Sal."
C'est un moment...
Notre voyage a nous est entierement imaginaire.
"C'est oublie!
I've never been able to kill myself.
I am at your immediate disposal.
Immediate disposal.
Because you've crushed all the poetry you had in you.
Take a close look at yourself and the degree of rottenness you've come to.
You can't deny the blood guilt.
You 're white.
White!
White
Poor Sal got sick.
Dysentery, man.
Now listen if you can hear in your sickness, my boy.
I got my divorce with Camille down here, and I gotta get back if the car can hold up.
Not that again.
All that again, good buddy.
I've got to get back to my life.
Wish I didn't have to go.
Yes, yes, yes.
I gotta go now, ol' fever Sal.
Goodbye.
Ozone Park, 1951
Humm.
Pour toi.
Merci.
Denver Doldrums- For S.P. and D.M.
the secret heroes of these poems - Poems by Carlo Marx
I would rather go mad, gone down the track to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins,
eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border...
rather jar my body down the road, crying by a diner in the Western sun;
rather crawl on my naked belly over tincans in Cincinnati; rather drag a rotten railroad tie to a Golgotha in the Rockies;
rather crowned with thorns in Galveston; nailed hand and foot in Los Angeles;
raised up to die in Denver; pierced in the side in Chicago;
perished and tombed in New Orleans; and resurrected somewhere on Garret Mountain.
December, 1951
Hey.
Sal?
Is that you, man?
Hang on a minute.
What are you doing in New York, man?
Dear Sal...
I came on the railroad pass.
Old hard bench coaches.
Crossing railroads.
Long, long awful trip, five days and nights, just to see you, Sal.
Are you alright?
How's Camille?
How are the babies?
"Dear Dean, Its the end of the first half of the century.
Welcome with love and kisses to spend the other half with us.
We all wait for you.
Camille, Amy and little Joanie."
That's great
Yeah.
We still haven't talked of Mexico, and us leaving, and the fever of last year.
But we don't...
Hey Sal, we gotta go, man!
We don't have to talk about that right now.
No.
Hey.
Hey Sal, for Christ's sake.
Duke Ellington ain't gonna wait
Yeah, just give me a minute, Remi!
They're all waiting.
Do you think.
you can give me a ride to East 14th?
I want to spend as much time with my boy as possible, you know.
Man, I wish we didn't have tickets to this concert.
Yeah.
Bye, Dean.
Hey, Sal!
I love you as ever.
I first met Dean not long after my father died...
Oh I got a pretty little girl...
Dean, I'll be goddamned!
You're early...
Yeah, well...
around my finger...
I was in reform school all the time.
I was like a young punk asserting myself...
and she stands on her head and she does the splits...
"I need your cock!
"The only people that interest me are the mad ones...
Mad to live, mad to talk...
...the West coast and come crashing down to earth...
And the sound of the wild...
Bless me, Father, for I will sin
Man, I just love women!
I just want a house...
Ah, shit, Dean!
a baby.
Sal.
I've come to ask you to teach me how to write.
And it's hard, ain't it hard, to love what you kill
That Hudson goes!
Hey, Sal!
I love you as ever.
So in America, when the sun goes down and I sit on the old, broken-down river pier, watching the long long skies over New Jersey,
and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West coast,
and all of that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it,
and in Iowa I know by now that the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie,
which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the Earth,
darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in,
and nobody, nobody knows what is going to happen to anybody,
besides the forlorn rags of growing old,
I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of old Dean Moriarty, the father we never found,
I think of Dean Moriarty, I think of Dean Moriarty.
Can you hear me now?
But anyway...
Tonight also, I wrote a song, called "On the Road".
I'm just rather reading what I wrote all night.
There are better things coming than what I wrote all night.
Straight from the mind to the voice, with no hand intervening.
I left New York, 1949 to go across the country without a dad-blame dime.
Montana in the cold, cold fall Found my father in the gambling hall Father, Father where have you been?
You've been in the world since I was a teen.
Dear son, he said, don't worry about me I'm about to die of pleurisy
Cross the Mississippi, cross the Tennessee Cross the Niagara,
home I'll never be.
Home in ol' Medora, home in ol' Truckee Apalachicola, home I'll never be.
For better or worse, through thick and thin like being married to the little woman.
God loved me just like I loved him I want you do the same just for him.
The worms eat away but don't worry, watch the wind.
The worms eat away but don't worry watch the wind.
So I left Montana on an ol' freight train
The night my father died in the cold, cold rain.
Rode up to Opelousas, rode to Wounded Knee, Rode to Ogallala, home I'll never be.
Home I'll never be.