R.U. READY FOR ETERNITY?
HE LIVES! WILL YOU?
WATCH TELEVISION!

"Watch television?" She was awake now.
"Well," Rydell said, "Fallonites believe God?s sort of just there. On television, I mean."
"God?s on television?"
"Yeah. Kind of like in the background or something. Sublett?s mother, she?s in the church herself, but Sublett?s kind of lapsed."
"So they watch tv and pray, or what?"
"Well, I think it?s more like kind of a meditation, you know? What they mostly watch is all these old movies, and they figure if they watch enough of them, long enough, the spirit will sort of enter into them."
"We had Revealed Aryan Nazarenes, up in Oregon," she said. "First Church of Jesus, Survivalist. As soon shoot you as look at you."
"Bad news," Rydell agreed, the RV cresting a little ridge there, "those kind of Christians ..."

A TV POEM
By Jack Kerouac

Tathata is Essence Isness
And I see it Akshobying
like innumerable moth lights
In the lavender plaster wall
behind the television forest of wires
in my sister?s cool livingroom
the radiating isness not obliterated,
transcendentally seen, by either
white plaster or wall lavender
wingboards with bridge of black
and wires of Oh dots

Meanwhile the gray lost unturned on
screen shows its gray black
And then the reflected window
outdoor blob squares
Like silver shining
A TV show with me deep gloomily
invited included in the
Slow motionless background
where you cannot see

My white sea moving shirt
of pencil on lap page

So that the scene is real
a show of world
But through it all still I see
Transcendental (and hear) radiations
from some pure and tranquil
Blank and empty center Screen
of Mind?s Immortal Ecstasy
And even Reynolds? Blue Boy
on the wall over there
Bathed in holy day light
Has his little black fly

Permeative with Buddhamoths
and Buddha Lands
And his pale face with the
Black hair cut
Sways, moves, force-weaver
Middle way
Middle
W
a
y
Like a middle void hole
cloud be decking
Human sad hat holding
impression of
Dance -

Attainer to Actual Isness
Adoration to Your No Need to Move

Do nothing & ye shall soon agree