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Jack Kerouac’s "Neal in Court" is a deeply personal and mournful portrait of Neal Cassady, the real-life inspiration for Dean Moriarty in On the Road and a central figure of the Beat Generation. Written in 1954, the poem captures a specific moment—Cassady’s trial in San Francisco—but expands into a meditation on injustice, alienation, and the inevitable passage of time. Kerouac, always deeply sympathetic to Cassady’s restless, tragic existence, presents him here as a misunderstood and weary figure, caught in the machinery of a legal system that neither sees nor cares for the essence of his soul.

The poem opens with stark simplicity: “All Neal’s life has been hard / And harsh”. These lines set the tone immediately—Cassady’s struggle is lifelong, and his time in court is just one more moment of hardship. “People don’t believe him / And he’s all alone” reinforces his alienation, painting him as an outcast, a man burdened by society’s skepticism and its unwillingness to accept him on his own terms. The phrase “Look at his bones” suggests both a physical vulnerability and a deeper existential weariness, as if Cassady is stripped down to nothing but the frame of a man.

Kerouac then turns to the courtroom itself, describing it as a place of silent condemnation: “In courthouse scenes / And look at the pictures / Of his railroad track”. Cassady’s past—perhaps his history of riding the rails, of his wanderings and working-class struggles—is turned into evidence against him. The courtroom is filled with “secret witnesses / Against his misery”, suggesting a sense of conspiracy, of faceless accusers adding to his suffering. The phrase “Raven, Craven, Nobody cares—” introduces a refrain of sorts, emphasizing that the system is indifferent, and the people involved—whether legal officials or casual onlookers—see him as nothing more than another case to process.

The next stanza shifts focus to the legal players and their indifference: “Hate to lose their jobs / Put old Cassady in jail”. There is no real villainy here, just bureaucratic momentum. The prosecutor and the court officials are simply doing their jobs, but their decisions will shape Cassady’s fate. Yet Cassady remains composed, “bong Buddha Hands Catholic crossed / In the witness chair”. This image of Cassady, calm and almost meditative, contrasts with the chaos and judgment around him. The phrase “bong Buddha” suggests a fusion of Eastern detachment and Beat hedonism, while “Catholic crossed” evokes martyrdom—Cassady as a kind of sacrificial figure, enduring suffering with resigned patience.

The courtroom setting is further characterized by “the schoolhouse kiddy court / Of old black velvet angels / With white hair”. The phrase “schoolhouse kiddy court” diminishes the gravity of the proceedings, implying a kind of absurdity, as if the whole process is childishly rigid and meaningless. The “black velvet angels” with “white hair” could refer to the judges or legal officials, figures who appear imposing but are ultimately just part of the system’s machinery.

Kerouac then moves into a discussion of Cassady’s case, the legal jargon reduced to fragmented phrases: “He did make the joint; / Facts of Coupling; / ‘You give a sign / To the engineer’”. This language mirrors the official courtroom record, but the meaning remains elusive, as if Kerouac is more interested in the spectacle of the trial than its specific charges. Cassady, however, is “young” and composed, despite the legal maneuvering around him.

A new figure enters the scene—the “Jewish stenographess”, an observer who “writes unconcerned” and “watches sexily / The lips of speaking men”. She becomes a symbol of passive observation, recording everything but emotionally detached from it. Kerouac’s focus on her suggests both an attraction and a frustration—she is part of the machine, yet also a sensual, human presence. Her “silent machine shorthand” emphasizes how the events are reduced to cold, mechanical documentation.

The poem then takes a surreal turn, invoking Russian literary references: “Ivan’s not here to turn / all pale / Nor Dmitri but to shout”. This allusion to Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov suggests that Cassady’s trial lacks the moral and philosophical weight of great Russian tragedy—there is no existential reckoning here, just bureaucratic routine. The line “You all tried to kill yr fathers / The Immemorial Lout!” evokes a broader generational conflict, perhaps positioning Cassady as a symbol of youth rebelling against societal constraints.

Kerouac then shifts into a more personal and intimate tone, speaking directly to Cassady: “So have another beer / Neal / Your money big or small’ll / Come”. This casual, almost brotherly reassurance contrasts with the earlier legal formality. There is a sense that none of this ultimately matters—that Cassady’s fate, whatever it may be, is just another moment in the long drift of his life. Yet a note of mortality creeps in: “You only have a few more / years / Like Raven more or less / To hang on—”. Kerouac seems to sense that Cassady’s restless life is nearing its conclusion, that time is slipping away.

The closing stanzas turn into a kind of elegy, invoking place names—“Millbrae & in Burlingame / In Samarkand, Chandrapore”—as if Cassady’s life has been a continuous journey through disparate landscapes. “Harsh harbors, duties, / Flower cars—& bums—” captures the collision of beauty and hardship in his existence. The courtroom struggle is just another stop on the endless road.

Finally, the poem widens its scope to something cosmic: “The stars are looking down / On all yr pain & tears / And Allen Ginsberg loves you / And Carolyn too”. This final invocation of love and friendship serves as an emotional anchor—whatever the court may decide, Cassady is not alone in the eyes of his Beat companions. The reference to “old Raven”, an image of looming death, suggests an acceptance of fate. The final lines—“The world's a farce / To stand and sneer at / On the corner of / Snark & Phnark”—dissolve into absurdity, as if laughing at the entire spectacle of judgment and punishment.

"Neal in Court" is not just a courtroom poem; it is an existential lament, a portrait of a man whose life was defined by movement and rebellion, now trapped in an institution that neither understands nor values him. Kerouac’s deep love for Cassady permeates the piece, making it not just a commentary on the justice system but a personal tribute. The poem’s shifting tones—from legal formality to Beat lyricism to cosmic reflection—mirror the restless energy of both Cassady and Kerouac himself. It is a poem of defiance, sorrow, and fleeting beauty, capturing a moment that feels both deeply personal and mythic in the Beat narrative.

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