“Essentials of Spontaneous Prose”

In 1957, Jack Kerouac published an article in Black Mountain Review  in response to a request from Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs to explain to readers his method for writing The Subterraneans in three days time. You can read Kerouac’s full “Essentials of Spontaneous Prose” here or below.

SET-UP: The object is set before the mind, either in reality. as in sketching (before a landscape or teacup or old face) or is set in the memory wherein it becomes the sketching from memory of a definite image-object.

PROCEDURE: Time being of the essence in the purity of speech, sketching language is undisturbed flow from the mind of personal secret idea-words, blowing (as per jazz musician) on subject of image.

METHOD: No periods separating sentence-structures already arbitrarily riddled by false colons and timid usually needless commas-but the vigorous space dash separating rhetorical breathing (as jazz musician drawing breath between outblown phrases)– “measured pauses which are the essentials of
our speech”– “divisions of the sounds we hear”- “time and how to note it down.” (William Carlos Williams)

SCOPING: Not “selectivity” of expression but following free deviation (association) of mind into limitless blow-on-subject seas of thought,
swimming in sea of English with no discipline other than rhythms of rhetorical exhalation and expostulated statement, like a fist coming down on a table with each complete utterance, bang! (the space dash)- Blow as deep as you want-write as deeply, fish as far down as you want, satisfy yourself first, then reader cannot fail to receive telepathic shock and meaning-excitement by same laws operating in his own human mind.

LAG IN PROCEDURE: No pause to think of proper word but the infantile pileup of scatological buildup words till satisfaction is gained, which will turn out to be a great appending rhythm to a thought and be in accordance with Great Law of timing.

TIMING: Nothing is muddy that runs in time and to laws of time-Shakespearian stress of dramatic need to speak now in own unalterable way or forever hold tongue-no revisions (except obvious rational mistakes, such as names or calculated insertions in act of not writing but inserting).

CENTER OF INTEREST: Begin not from preconceived idea of what to say about image but from jewel center of interest in subject of image at moment of writing, and write outwards swimming in sea of language to peripheral release and exhaustion-Do not afterthink except for poetic or P. S. reasons. Never afterthink to “improve” or defray impressions, as, the best writing is always the most painful personal wrung-out tossed from cradle warm protective mind-tap from yourself the song of yourself, blow!-now!-your way is your only way- “good”-or “bad”-always honest (“ludi- crous”), spontaneous, “confessionals’ interesting, because not “crafted.” Craft is craft.

STRUCTURE OF WORK: Modern bizarre structures (science fiction, etc.) arise from language being dead, “different” themes give illusion of “new” life. Follow roughly outlines in outfanning movement over subject, as river rock, so mindflow over jewel-center need (run your mind over it, once) arriving at pivot, where what was dim-formed “beginning” becomes sharp-necessitating “ending” and language shortens in race to wire of time-race of work, following laws of Deep Form, to conclusion, last words, last trickle-Night is The End.

MENTAL STATE: If possible write “without consciousness” in semi-trance (as Yeats’ later “trance writing”) allowing subconscious to admit in own uninhibited interesting necessary and so “modern” language what conscious art would censor, and write excitedly, swiftly, with writing-or-typingcramps, in accordance (as from center to periphery) with laws of orgasm, Reich’s “beclouding of consciousness.” Come from within, out-to relaxed and said.

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Swiss Sounds

With the help of Suisse Tourisme and Travel Switzerland, music producer Thylacine spent 16 days touring some of the Swiss nation’s sights and sounds. Along the way, he captured more than 200 sounds which he edited together into a rhythmic composition that celebrates the nation’s beauty, from rivers and waterfalls, to glaciers, to a cheese cellar.

“Recorded and shot over 16 days across Switzerland, taking 23 trains, 3 gondolas, 2 boats and 1 bus. I ended up with around 200 different sounds, with the goal of creating one single piece of music with it. Thank you Suisse Tourisme and Travel Switzerland for opening the doors of your beautiful country.” More information here : https://suisse.com/swiss-sounds

 

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The Birth of Cool, Abe Lincoln and other miscellanea

I have been using the ubiquitous term “cool” all of my life without giving it much thought. Who knew that President Abraham Lincoln was an early adopter. The evolving meanings of the word “cool.”

While doing some genealogical research a few years ago, my cousin discovered that we were likely related to Lev Davidovich Bronstein, AKA Leon Trotsky though our Ukrainian born Grandmother’s lineage. As a student of European History, and the Russian Revolution in particular, I was well aware of Cousin Leon’s horrific legacy, but the connection makes a great conversational icebreaker. This review of the new book, The Kremlin’s Long Reach The Death of Trotsky: The True Story of the Plot to Kill Stalin’s Greatest Enemy by Josh Ireland is a fascinating look at the plot to kill Trotsky.

In a paper published in the Journal of Eastern Mediterranean Archaeology and Heritage Studies titled “The Pharmacopeia of Ancient Egyptian Alabaster Vessels: A Transdisciplinary Approach with Legacy Artifacts“, researchers detailed how they used a technique called organic residue analysis (ORA) to extract microscopic chemical traces from the stone of a 2,500-year-old alabaster vase-like vessel, known as an alabastron. We had our suspicions, but this seem to prove that King Tut was a dope fiend. This article is an absorbing examination of the use of drugs in ancient Egypt.

By now everyone knows the apocryphal story about coffee’s origins in ancient Ethiopia, but were you aware of the magic elixir’s history as an illicit drug. When coffee was illegal.

Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is a Gothic epic that digs into the heart of the tortured relationship between Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw. Its windswept moors, morally gray characters, and gut-wrenching twists have long captivated the hearts of readers and viewers across generations. The novel has also spawned countless adaptations, including Emerald Fennell’s controversial new take on the story, but What (might) have inspired “Wuthering Heights.”

 

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We have been taken over by the season of ice

We have been taken over by the season of iceVery few people recognise it for what it isAlthough they feel uncomfortableVery few people recognise the fact that somehow the seasons don’t changeI mean, you can acclimate it, you can politically acclimate itYou can philosophically acclimate it
You start to, you start to relate everything to the season of iceAnd so your dreams become frozen, and your ideas become frozenYour promises become frozen in thisFrozen days, and frozen nightsFrozen aspirations and frozen inspiration
There’s something wrong, I mean, there’s something wrongI mean, there’s something wrong, I meanThere’s something wrong, I meanWe’d like to talk to you about a season that is taking over AmericaThe season is winterThis song is called, “Winter in America”
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrimsAnd to the buffalo who once ruled the plainsLike the vulturesCircling beneath the dark cloudsLooking for the rainHey, they’ve been looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastlineLivin’ in a nation that just can’t much moreLike the forest they buried beneath the highwayNever had a chance to growWell, they never had a chance to grow
And now it’s winterCome on, sing if you know the wordsSeemed like winter in AmericaA time when all of the healers done been killedOr been betrayed, sayPeople know that something’s wrongEverybody oughta know winterSeemed like winter in America
The truth is there ain’t nobody fightingBecause, well nobody knows what to saveBrother, save your soulLord knows it’s winter in America
The Constitution, a noble piece of paperWith free societyWell, they struggled but they died in vainAnd now democracy is ragtime on the cornersOn the cord, hoping it’d rainYes, he’s been a-hopin’ for some rainBut it just don’t look like rain
And I see the robins, yeah, perched in barren tree topsWatching last-ditch racists marching across the floorAnd like the peace sign that filtered in our dreamsThat never had a chance to growYeah, they never had a chance to growSomebody want to go tell them it’s winter
It’s cold, it’s like winter in AmericaTime when all the healers, people who have done been killedOr been betrayed, sayBut the people know there’s something wrongHey, it’s winterIt seems like winter in America
The truth is there ain’t nobody fighting‘Cause, well nobody knows what to saveAw, sister save your babiesYes, winter in America
I said hey, hey, heyIt’s winterIt’s cold, it’s like winter in AmericaTime when all the healers, brothers who have done been killedAnd put them in jail, sayPeople know there’s something wrongSomething wrong with winter
It feels like winter in AmericaThe truth is there ain’t nobody fighting becauseWell nobody knows what to saveYes and the truth isThere’s nobody fighting, nobody fightingNobody knows, nobody knows what to do, what to doThe truth is there ain’t nobody fighting becauseNobody knows what to save

 

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Tales from the crypt and more

I first learned about the spooky Chiesa di Santa Maria Immacolata on my first visit to Rome nearly five decades ago. The historic church is the home of the Capuchins, a Catholic order established in the 16th century.  Its friars are devout in their dedication to living the Gospel. They dress solely in brown tunics and take vows of poverty, chastity and obedience. The Smithsonian Magazine has an in depth visit to the atmospheric site here.

How far back in time can you understand English? is a story by Colin Gorrie, where every section is written according to the grammar, vocabulary and orthography of a previous century. The story starts in the year 2000 and ends in the year 1000, and different readers stop understanding at different points. Gorrie writes a newsletter about the history of English called the Dead Language Society.

This story from Sccience.org certainly disabused me of my stereotypical views about European history. ‘Viking’ was a job description, not a matter of heredity, massive ancient DNA study shows. “These identities aren’t genetic or ethnic, they’re social. To have backup for that from DNA is powerful.”

And in other news from Scandinavia:  An app called NonUSA is surging in popularity in Denmark; it “helps you identify and avoid American products in everyday life”. (Ironically, iOS-only for now…)

So it seems that Trump is not the first dictator with a notion to conquer Greenland. Hitler’s Greenland Obsession is a fascinating read. After creating an economic mess with ill-advised tariffs, Hitler looked north in pursuit of resources and national security. Sounds frighteningly familiar.

 

 

 

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My Magnum Opus

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Cake Day Caturday

Gâteau Gato means “cat cake,” but this is much more. Artist Alexandre Dubosc created a beautiful chocolate zoetrope that displays animated cats. How could anyone combine chocolate cake, cats, and animation and not have a winner? You’ll recognize Maneki Neko playing the piano, Felix, Nyan Cat, Yin-Yang Cat, and Grumpy Cat on this cake. There are other cats, plus mice, fish, and a big cat head on top with teeth! Notice the different language spellings of the word “meow” as well.

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Gotta Love A Good Guidebook

Åvontuura publishes architecturally-focused city guides. They are beautifully-mapped, with wonderful illustrations of the various architectural landmarks you can visit, information about the buildings, QR codes linking to more data. The maps are attractive and detail focused. Titles blend contemporary, modern, and historic works of architecture that go beyond your traditional guidebook and offer you a curated and up-to-date set of buildings that define the architectural character and legacy of a city. They’re up to 50 guides and still expanding.

The best of the West Coast awaits with this expertly curated architecture guide.

This two-sided folding map features over 70 illustrated building icons, ranging from historic Vancouver landmarks like the Fairmont Hotel, modern masterpieces like the Law Courts and Robson Square by Arthur Erickson and Cornelia Oberlander, to contemporary projects by leading architects like Kengo Kuma, Bjarke Ingles, Norman Foster, Patkau, Bing Thom, and many more—perfect for travelers, culture lovers, and urban explorers alike.

A QR code on the back of the guide gives you access to a digital pin map with precise building locations and directions in Google Maps.”

 

 

 

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Cartography comes to Harlem (apologies to Chester Himes)

Elmer Simms Campbell is famous for his decades of work as an illustrator for some of the most popular U.S. periodicals, such as Esquire, Playboy, and Cosmopolitan,  during the mid to late 20th century.  In 1939, Campbell became the first black artist to have his work syndicated around the nation. Although his race was kept a secret in order to prevent any resistance by Southerners, King Features published Campbell’s comic strip in over 140 newspapers throughout the country. He was inducted to the Society of Illustrators Hall of Fame in 2002.

Before Campbell became a successful artist and illustrator, he drew A Night-Club Map of Harlem in 1932 when he was looking for his first break. He identified the area’s attractions during the Harlem Renaissance, 

 

 

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“Practice resurrection. Part of who you are is who you will be.”

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery any more. Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a little drawer. When they want you to buy something they will call you. When they want you to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something that won’t compute. Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing. Take all that you have and be poor. Love someone who does not deserve it. Denounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands. Give your approval to all you cannot understand. Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers. Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias. Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant, that you will not live to harvest. Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold. Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years. Listen to carrion — put your ear close, and hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come. Expect the end of the world. Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. So long as women do not go cheap for power, please women more than men. Ask yourself: Will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child? Will this disturb the sleep of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields. Lie down in the shade. Rest your head in her lap. Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts. As soon as the generals and the politicos can predict the motions of your mind, lose it. Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way you didn’t go. Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection.

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