Some from the above link...
Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
Like Proust be an old teahead of time
Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
Accept loss forever
Believe in the holy contour of life
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Pssst - you've misspelt Kerouac!
Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition...
I beleive she just removed all doubt...as to the spelling of
Kerouac.
oh gawd...how embarrassing. That's what comes from posting in the middle of a bad cold. But, do you think he'd be proud I obeyed him? lol
PS ginger..you have a great blog, but if there's a way to post comments there, I can't find it??
Pris, I think comments are enabled, on the pencil?
I think these ideas are magnificant. I could try to live up to them but I'm not sure i'd make the cut.
ginger~
Hi Ginger
I get the pencil showing on my own blog off and on and clicking it enables me to edit there rather than click on the blogger link per se, but I just went back to your site again to double-check. No pencils. Clicked on everything below the post, even the date. No comments box showed. Are you getting other comments? Maybe my puter just isn't showing the click place for some reason.
Oh, I wouldn't make the cut, either, but his ideas are fun to look at:-)
Jack is the[e] man.
Hi Michael and CD
I found this link on another blog and couldn't resist posting it. I always love to see how creative people think.
He omits to mention the quart of rye and handful of benzedrine.
Old Angel Midnight still inspires 20 years after I bought it.
Have you seen the footage of him reading on TV?
He's as nervous as hell yet the words flow out of him like music.
Steven
I'm sure he ommitted several things:-) I haven't seen that footage. Where did you find it?
I saw a documentary on him at the cinema about 20 years ago.
The only vivid memories of it are him reading, Gregory Corso waxing lyrical about Shelley, some twit laughing uproariously on the front row of the cinema at all the in jokes, and the woman I went with. Plus being nearly run over by a taxi as I crossed the road in Trafalgar Square to get to the cinema (the ICA in the Mall).
Hi Steven
Whew...the being almost run over by the taxi would be enough to shove all the other memories of that night under:-)
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