Doom is your name

“[...] across the
road from the
house, in the thicket
woods, rain, rain of the South
washed the sorrow & the
deep & something mourned
 – & something whisp-
ered to Paul: “You were
born in the woods – your
father was a farmer –
son of these rains – this
wilderness – wretched
victim of usurers &
  bitter pain – yr. Wife
  has had yr. heir – you
  sit alone in night –
  dont let yr face hang,
  don’t let yr arms fall –
  Doom is yr name –
  Paul Death is yr name –
Paul Nothingness in the
big wild, wide & empty
world that hates you
is your name – Sit
here glooming all you
want – in debt, dark,
sad – Alone – You’ll
lose this house, you’ll lose
the 5, 6 dollars in yr
pocket – you’ll lose the
car in the yard – you’ll
lose the yard – you’ve
gained a wife & child –
almost lost them? They’ll
be lost eventually – a
grave that sinks from
the foot, that telegraphs
in dirt the sinking of a
manly chest – awaits
  thee – and they – &
thou art an animal
dying in the wilderness –
Groo, groo, poor man
– groo – only the
Heavens & the arcs
Will ac-cept thee –
& Knowledge of heaven
& the arcs is not for
thee – so die, die,
die – & be silent –
Paul Blake in the
night, Paul Blake
in the No Carolina
rainy night ...”

Kerouac, Jack. « First Book : Rocky Mt Aug 7 ’52 », Book of sketches. Penguin Books, 1952-1953, New York. Pages 12-15.