Nano Gift No. 3: Jack Kerouac's Belief and Techniques for Modern Prose

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy 

Submissive to everything, open, listening 

Try never get drunk outside yr own house 

Be in love with yr life 

Something that you feel will find its own form 

Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind 

Blow as deep as you want to blow 

Write what you want bottomless from bottom of mind 

The unspeakable visions of the individual 

No time for poetry but exactly what is 

Visionary tics shivering in the chest 

In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you 

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 

Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind 

Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better 

Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning 

No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge 

Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it 

Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form 

In Praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness 

Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better 

You're a Genius all the time 

Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

As ever,
Jack

Source: Language is a Virus | We Heart It