It’s Not the Words that Count

Cover of "On The Road"

Cover of On The Road

“It’s not the words that count but the rush of truth which uses words for its purposes; as a virtuoso performing on his instrument may use any combination of the notes within a beat (the word) but it is the melody of the bar that matters. It’s not the design, but the picture; not the curve, but the form.”

Jack Kerouac, journals 1949

This quote was from the time when he was struggling to find a way to tell On The Road that fits with the immediacy of the story. He was looking for a way to write that could communicate his passion about the world and the people. He had just finished his first novel. He was in the middle of the final revisions and trying to accommodate his editors and keep his feeling of control. He wanted to find a way to write that needed no revision. He was trying to live and write and put his life into writing in a way that described his spiritual connection with the world. He probably came as close as anyone ever did to doing this. His writing in On The Road has a fresh and naive style that gives the feeling of true story told breathlessly, intimately.  He worked hard to develop a style that made him seem like a child. The words seem to come out without a plan without sophistication. He worked hard to show his innocent love for life. He did not worry very much about being judged, only to be successful as a writer, and to do this he knew he had to tell his stories in a way that denies his work ethic as a writer.

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101 in 1001: One Year Check In

It has been one year since I started working on my 101 in 1001 list. I have had some successes, but I feel like I am slacking on many of the tasks. I have not felt very inspired this year. My big successes (taking 1001 photos,  inspiring 1001 works of art) are due to getting the good job I have now, which is also a completed item on my list, and while the working part of the job has been good, the financial part has been a bit rocky and stressful as the economic hard times have made getting paid a bit of a challenge.

I have been walking a lot this year and am well on my way to 1001 walking miles, but I have not fixed up my bicycle so my miles there are woefully short. I was able to get to work many times without my car with bike, bus and my own two feet. Getting to work is much easier than from work because of the uphill and long working day factors (did I mention that I live on the highest hill in town and my  work is at sea level).

I have read almost 50 books this year, but I am way behind on my writing. I have to somehow reinspire myself for writing fiction and poetry, though I have almost completed two journals this year (about 500 pages worth of drawing and writing). I feel pretty good about this.

I feel pretty optimistic about this year though as my wife finishes her 3 year ordeal in nursing school, and can start working more. I will be able to take more time from work to do some recharging. We are both a bit toasty at this point. Though the next few months are going to be a bit chaotic as she finds a job and we work out moving and logistics to accommodate this transition. Maybe I need to write more about this process. I, also, need to figure out what path I want to explore next. Do I want to commit writing and art or choose a better paying career to work in? While I am pondering these choices, it is clear I need to feel more inspired in my life and work. I am feeling beat and like I am slogging through it all.

Even with all the slogging the list has helped me to keep some priorities in mind and inspired me to keep my creative soul breathing. This coming year will be the year of accomplishment. No more hanging in there. I will be taking things on and crossing them off. Right here is another 500 words and a blog entry, and today another 50 kisses for my wife. This year is the year of getting things done.

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Windy Walk To Work

Passing by the Lake on a Spring Morning

It looks wet out there,

maybe it’s just windy

that window is wet, freshly wet

wind blown water from the sky

Wind waves breaking on shore

I stretch into my stride

A man fishing chants:

Wind, wind go away,

eying his drifting line.

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Thinking About How We Think Others Think About Us

Jack Kerouac by photographer Tom Palumbo, circ...

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“Although your idea of what someone else thinks of you is only paranoic, unreal, and illusionary, it is part of your relationship with the person, as much a part of it as the actuality of the person’s real thoughts”

Jack Kerouac, journals 6/48

We go through our lives in these shells of contained thought looking through a little peep holes trying to figure out the lay of the land from limited amount of information much of which we produce ourselves. And yet if you ask a person what s/he thinks about you it either sounds needy or manipulative, in which case people will either lie to preserve your dignity or make a vague statement or joke that gives you as little information as possible. I have to know someone a long time to have any real idea how they are feeling about me.

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Learning to Walk Back in My Shadows of Truth

“I’ve got to learn to walk back to the shadows of truth”Jack Kerouac, journals 11/47

This is what I want to do as writer. There is no way to tell “The Truth” because there is only subjective truth, but I think you can get at the shadows of truth. The truth that fits my perception of the real world. The writers I most want to emulate, Steinbeck, Kerouac, Kafka, Doris Lessing, Ursula K.  Le Guin,Virginia Woolf, Haruki Murakami, Gunter Grass, Toni Morrison and many others make glorious attempts at this in their unique styles. Some like Arthur C. Clark and Isaac Asimov try to walk forward to the truth, but the important  thing to me is that the stories involve a passion for revealing the part of truth that the writer can see from his or her vantage point. That is all you can do as a writer. Tell what you can see and what you believe. There are writers I do not particularly enjoy or agree with (Ayn Rand, Hemingway, Dickens) who were in there plugging away at their own vision of the truth, and I respect them for that.

Most of the fiction I have written is simply an exercise in putting words coherently on the page. I want to find a way to deepen my writing  into a voice that speaks the small, passionate  truth of my world. To do this I need to write a lot more and think a lot more and walk back in the shadows, dig around in the painful and joyful memories, find the places that have the feeling of the real and recreate that feeling in words. I have a long way to go and lot to learn about who I am and what my life is, but I will never stop looking until I can tell a little truth about life from where I stand, mouth stupidly agape, shaking my head in wonder.

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