Showing posts with label Ken Kesey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ken Kesey. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Illumination from the Cuckoo’s Nest

 


 

Except for the white powder of light from the Nurses’ station

 out in the hall,

the dorm is dark.

-- Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1962)

 

 The white tubes in the ceiling

begin to pump  their refrigerated light.

-- ibid

 

There was a cold moon at the window,

pouring light into the dorm

like skim milk.

-- ibid

 

~ ~ ~

 

The wind lay down  and the sun got higher,

chrome-plating the east side  of the deep green swells.

George  aimed the boat  straight out to sea.

-- ibid

 

George told the doctor he’d have to land his fish

or cut it loose,

because there was a bad sky coming down on us.

-- ibid