about writing

I love Jack. He's a mad genius, he's self-oriented, he's good looking, he drinks too much, in fact that is why exactly he passed away. He wrote my favorite book.
I used to study so many things about him, he has this James Dean charm, somehow. Stroked me instantly when Jacy showed me his pictures and lend me one of his book, that tells about Buddha, back then in 2007.
He's a piscean guy who loves his mama, I bet he's soft-hearted. On the days before his death, he left all his belongings to the mother, not to his 3rd wife, Stella. Altough, I believe he loved Stella dearly.
He reminds me to always be who I am when I start to write, I'm not a writer, but I write. Sometimes I write while I'm thinking, sometimes I don't think at all, I just write. At first I thought to be aware what you write will does you better, but no. It just does you safer. Therefore when I write, I write on my sea of emotion. I put my brain to rest and start looking for words to sing my heart out. I find it therapeutical. I find it unleashing, to just keep your feelings true. Thank you Jack, I love you.

30 writing "essentials" Jack taught us:

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 the 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

42 years since the world losing Jack Kerouac (21 Oct 1969 - 21 Oct 2011)

He's a Piscean, like my mother. He served the army, just like my father. He loved his mother too much, just like me. He was diagnosed with Schizoid symptoms, just like my brother. And look at the date he passed away, a day after my love's birth day. :)

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