Roger West: Haiku for Kerouac
We’ll be posting all kinds of material related to the Jack Kerouac Centennial through the year. Here are 15 haiku by Roger West, a poet and musician in France who has been to Lowell a few times for the annual Kerouac festival. With friends, he celebrated the 100th birthday of the author in the Kerouac family’s ancestral village in Brittany on March 12. He sent us these poems for our readers.
Jack Kerouac: a life in haiku
by Roger West
1
you think you know him
brawling breton buddha boy
but you don’t know jack
2
beaulieu street beau lieu?
father hollowed swallowed booze
mother haloed saints
3
cadillac highway
desert sky to rolling surf
freewheelin’ freestyle
4
now beat to his socks
phoretically speaking
the froth on the wave
5
ginsberg o’hara
burroughs baudelaire rimbaud
all bases covered
6
bebop bird cool trane
mellowing into mingus
frazzle dazzle jazz
7
lester bangs left bank
miles into kilometers
knows parker par coeur
8
la nuit est ma femme
luncheonette and cocktail bar
space hopper neon
9
red blue ribbon run
endless smith corona loop
typing not writing
10
rusty-veined scag head
spontaneous combustion
dash connecting breath
11
haiku right on cue
words curling then curtailing
need more syllables
12
kow-taoing to zen
marx mccarthy yin and yang
the soul’s abattoir
13
charmer self-harmer
karma lama dharma bum
pharma-ceutical
14
your liver failed you
that 10 am glass of whiskey
or that bar-room fight?
15
so hit the road jack
the empty sky your witness
that you will be back
These haiku are fun — and better conceived than many of Jack’s own. Like brief splashes with a spotlight, they illuminate corners of the Beat world.
I especially dig “frazzle dazzle jazz” and “haiku right on cue” — the master would’ve smiled.
One friendly note to Roger (who as a Frenchman can’t be expected to know baseball): The “ginsberg o’hara/
burroughs baudelaire rimbaud/ all bases covered” has one poet too many. :)
Kerouac called his American free-syllable haikus Pops, and this series from Mr. West snaps and crackles with the spark that jumps the gaps among the multi-layered complexity that was Jack’s writing life.