Beliefs & Technique for Modern Prose List of Essentials. 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 yr own house
4. Be in love with yr 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, grammatical 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. Dont 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 pictures 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

Erika reminded me again of these today.  They live on my desktop and my wall.  And now also fresh in my mind.

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Carrot Quinn. I AM NOT AFRAID OF WINTER.

Ah, god, once I flew to Oregon and used the beater pick-up truck of a wild woman friend to drive all over the state for almost a full month.  It was my first time really travelling alone.  At a hot spring tucked in fairyland deep in the Cascade mountained woods I randomly met a woman whose blog I'd been following for years! Later, we ran out of gas together on the 5 outside Portland.  SHE'S MY SUPER HELLA FAVE.  Here's why...so touchingly, tenderly, eloquently GOOD

I AM NOT AFRAID OF WINTER

by Carrot Quinn

Traffic. Feelin Alright.

Man what a day. Poetry said yo is this thing on so I yawned deep in bed and said yes please. The serendipity of course today therefor has been unreal.... In the Gypsy Den right now jamming to this song feeling that enlivened rush from within~

The Submarines. 1940 Amplive Remix.

I lived in the coast mountains of Northern California for a minute last fall.  Tucked up under the redwoods the magic that happened there is far too surreal for words.  Which is why me and most my spirit fam from up there speak in songs to one another.  I heard this today and it reminded me so, so much of them.  Harmony and hearts and belief in spirit and especially dance and laughter.  This one's for them.