Jack Kerouac’s Essential Rules for Writing: It Still Works, Man.
These are the rules to write by, to live by, escape the penitentiary of the mediocre into the wilder realm of raw living experience, Whitman’s sun burning warmth through the skin of our beings.
These are the rules to guide by, to breath by, to masturbate and fornicate by. Rules to die by.
These are the rules, the markers of life as it is lived as it can only be truly known. Believe it until it’s no longer true.
I READ KEROUAC ,IN FRENCH, WHEN I WAS TWENTY YEARS OLD, IT WAS LIKE I WAS BEING MORE .BUT IT’S MORE EASY AT TWENTY YHAN AT SIXTY. I THINK MY BEING IS LEAKING.TOO BAD.
How to Write Like Kerouac
See this pencil?
Throw it away.
See this computer?
Fuck it.
See this paper?
Lose it.
Just take a stick
And drag it
Through the mud
In front of you
Howling each word
into the wind
Like Jesus howling
on his dying cross.
December 18, 2024 at 09:17
*tch*. The cross wasn’t dying. It was Jesus who was dying. Crosses are made of dead wood and Jesus should keep it down. B–
December 19, 2024 at 06:40
I READ KEROUAC ,IN FRENCH, WHEN I WAS TWENTY YEARS OLD, IT WAS LIKE I WAS BEING MORE .BUT IT’S MORE EASY AT TWENTY YHAN AT SIXTY. I THINK MY BEING IS LEAKING.TOO BAD.
September 17, 2022 at 12:59