Typing With Mr. K Part Two

Posted in Uncategorized by chamblee54 on March 22, 2011

This is the PG notes edition of Satori in Paris by Jack Kerouac. Part one has been published.

11- When you get directions to the library from a bartender, there is a chance you will smell like liquor when you get there. Mr. K is older, rough looking, and happy smelling, and the stuffy staff at the library is not going to give him much help. This reminds PG of a couple of days he worked in 1975, as the box toter on a sampling project. The idea was to have ladies on downtown street corners giving away samples of some new product. The merchandise was either cigarettes, dog food, or tampons. In fact, when the product was tampons, that was what the company man called it…the product. On these two days in 1975, PG was working with an antique dealer, who was driving his van. Between runs, the man would go into stores and look at merchandise. This is what antique dealers do. His specialty that day was silver christmas tree ornaments. He would go in, and look at the back of the instrument to see who made it. The hosting antique dealers were not happy to see a man wearing a sweatshirt looking at their merchandise, just like the French librarians were not happy to see Mr. K, happy with cognac, looking at their books.

12- Mr. K asks a lot of people where Pascal and Balzac are buried, even though it is not really them, it is just what remains of their bodies. This is why they call it remains, especially when they used to play in the Ramones. But then, Joey Ramone’s real name was Jeffry Ross Hyman. Paul Simon used to use the name Paul Ramon as an alias at hotels, and Jeffry and his buddies borrowed that for a stage name. Channel five used to have a General manager named Paul Raymond, who read the editorials when they really meant it. Getting back to Balzac, he is buried in Cemetery of Pere-Lachaise. CPL has a really cool website…you type in a name, and they show you where the bones are buried. All sorts of famous people are resting there.

13- Mr. K has dinner, paying roughly five dollars for a glorified hot dog. He sees some americans behaving badly. In the previous chapter, we have a link to Cemetery Pere Lachaise. PG went looking for this link, and found it in a folder called shortcuts. The link above it was People who deserve it. This site, once wildly popular, details people that do offensive things. An example would be “the guy who takes eight hours to tell the story of his cat’s leaky hemorrhoids which could have been distilled down to 27 equally excruciating seconds, after you’ve just dropped all the brown acid.” According the PWDI, this justifies punching the person in the face. The link below Pere Lachise is Perez Hilton. Just when you thought it was safe to venture out on the information superhighway, Mario Laundromat reminds you that watching TV really isn’t that bad of an idea.

14- The plan for the trip had been simple. Go to the library in Paris, learn about his ancestors, go to the village where they lived, sit down beside the Atlantic Ocean and write about it all. The clothes he brought did not fit the weather he found. The idea when traveling is to travel light, but you always seem to forget something you need, and drag along something you never wear. PG expects to forget something everytime he travels.

15- Mr. K meets a Jewish couple, they drink together, or rather they ate and Mr. K consumed cognac. The three of them see a movie, and then Mr. K goes to dinner at a highly recommended restaurant. He is still high, and talks loudly to anyone who will listen. To hear Mr. K talk, it is the Quebecois who speak French properly, and the Parisian version that is the corruption. The people are amused, and he lives  and drink another day.
Lets hear it for multi tasking. At the moment, as PG writes this commentary on Kerouac, he is listening to Joni Mitchell, drinking coffee, washing clothes, and editing pictures of a trip to north avenue. The picture of the moment was taken from the bridge over i75-85. They have this thick wire fence to keep you from jumping off, regardless of whether it is a tech student with bad grades or someone who ate at the varsity and is recovering slowly. PG worked across the street from the vargreasy for seven years, and only ate at that wretched greasepit a couple of times.

16- This is the last day for Mr. K in Paris, He meets a man who promises to help him at the library, but the man has a crisis and sends his secretary. The woman is beautiful, and useless. Mr. K is told, again, that the Nazis burned the family records. After this, he goes by the office of his French publisher, only to be insulted by the secretary and made fun of by the authors in the waiting room. Meanwhile, in 2011 Chamblee, PG is interrupted in writing the last paragraph by a phone call. It is his brother GP, calling to say that he has a ride home from the train station. GP always starts his calls by saying ” PG, this is *pause* GP” This is despite the fact that the screen on the phone tells you who is calling, and the fact that nobody PG knows has a voice like his brother. When their mother was working, when GP got home he would call her and say ” Hello mom, this is GP. I am at home.” This was before cell phones.

17- Mr. K buys a plane ticket to Brest, and listens to the squawk box announcing flights to Johannesburg and Karachi before they announce the flight to Brest. When he gets to the check in spot, there is a delay, and Mr. K walks the length of the airport to use the toilet, which means giving a tip to the lady who cleans the joint. He goes to the take off lounge, and discovers the flight to Brest has left, with his luggage but without him.
Neal Boortz tells a story about a neighbor of his. The man used to travel with his wife a lot, and they always took separate planes. So, they were leaving France, and the man had some business to conduct there, so he sent his wife ahead without him. The flight was the infamous crash that wiped out blue blood Atlanta in 1962. The man watched as the plane crashed in flames, killing his wife.

18- With the plane in the air, Mr. K is not going to board it. He gets a train ticket, and finds a seat in a crowded compartment. There is a priest, a soldier, a drunk, and two pleasant looking women. If that last adjective had dropped the l, it would have been two peasant looking women. This might have been a significant difference in the meaning.
PG violated a rule today, and it may have had disastrous results. The rule is to never speak of Sarah Palin on his blog. The woman gets way too much publicity, and her admirers just admire her more when it is negative. The problem is, there was a story about the P lady that was too funny not to write about. It seems that *this person* was on a publicity trip to Israel, which is a requirement for those who covet the office of POTUS. A picture was posted, of Mr. and Mrs. P along with Sara and Benjamin Netanyahu. Mrs. N looks a bit tipsy, with an embarrassed husband holding her back. One wonders whether it was the P lady or the first dude that she lusted for, or maybe both. Some pictures are worth more than a thousand words.

19- It is going to be a long ride, and Mr. K is going to need alcohol. The drunk in the cabin is named Jean-Marie Noblet, and he becomes the instant drinking buddy of Mr. K. They walk through seven coaches, weaving between crowds of people, before finally getting to the man who sells spirits. They buy two bottles of wine, drink them on the spot, and then buy two more bottles.
Joni Mitchell music has run out, and Nico is on the media player now. This was taped at a live concert, and is nothing but the chanteuse singing by herself, with someone playing a harmonium. It is creepy and kooky, as though Lurch was sitting in on harpsichord. The show was played in a historic French cathedral, with Tangerine Dream as the headliners. The house was horribly oversold, people were packed in like sardines, and many pissed in the spots where they stood. The church was horrified at what happened to their precious cathedral, and swore that no more concerts would take place there.

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  1. […] is a desecration of Satori in Paris, by Jack Keruac. Parts one and two have already been published. Pictures are from ” The Special Collections and […]

  2. […] is the demolition of Satori in Paris, by Jack Kerouac. This is the last installment. Parts one , two , and three have already seen the light of day. Pictures are from ” The Special Collections […]

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