Kerouac: mad crazy bastard
Apparently, Viking is publishing an uncensored version of On The Road this year, in honor of the 50th anniversary of its publication. I'm all aflutter.
I've been reading Desolation Angels for the past few months and I have found it the slowest going of the three Kerouac books I've read. It more obviously, and less intelligibly, demonstrates his "Spontaneous Prose". I didn't think it was possible, but the plot is even less clear than that of On The Road. So I decided to do some outside reading about Jackie and the Beats to see if approaching it from a more crit-lit perspective would help me out...and I found this:
I've been reading Desolation Angels for the past few months and I have found it the slowest going of the three Kerouac books I've read. It more obviously, and less intelligibly, demonstrates his "Spontaneous Prose". I didn't think it was possible, but the plot is even less clear than that of On The Road. So I decided to do some outside reading about Jackie and the Beats to see if approaching it from a more crit-lit perspective would help me out...and I found this:
Belief and Technique for Modern Prose, by Jack Kerouac
1. Scribbled secret notebooks and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside your own house
4. Be in love with your own life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatcal and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact picture of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
My favorite part of this list is how it devolves. From point 6 on, it just spirals down in the the maw of Keroauc's...spiritualism? Beat-ness? I'd suggest Buddhist, but there's very little of classical Buddhism in the ecstatic why that Kerouac advocates living life (a conundrum discussed at some length in Dharma Bums).
And I love how 19 pauses the whole list. Here you go, shooting through Kerouac's thoughts when all of that sudden you hit that grief snag. And then you follow it up with "the holy contour of life." Oh Jack, you get me every time.
This is the most concise piece Kerouac wrote about his method for "Spontaneous Prose", this is the "essentials" list. And despite the streamy consciousness of this list, its a goody. Especially for me, tucked away as I am in my own literary/editorial cap...I'll have to take a feather from Jack's (or Horse's) cap.
And I love how 19 pauses the whole list. Here you go, shooting through Kerouac's thoughts when all of that sudden you hit that grief snag. And then you follow it up with "the holy contour of life." Oh Jack, you get me every time.
This is the most concise piece Kerouac wrote about his method for "Spontaneous Prose", this is the "essentials" list. And despite the streamy consciousness of this list, its a goody. Especially for me, tucked away as I am in my own literary/editorial cap...I'll have to take a feather from Jack's (or Horse's) cap.
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