Belief and Technique for Modern Prose, a list of thirty "essentials."
"Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy Submissive to everything, open, listening Try never get drunk outside your own house Be in love with your life Something that you feel will find its own form Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind Blow as deep as you want to blow Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind The unspeakable visions of the individual No time for poetry but exactly what is Visionary tics shivering in the chest In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition Like Proust be an old teahead of time Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye Write in recollection and amazement for yourself Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea Accept loss forever Believe in the holy contour of life Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in your morning No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language & knowledge Write for the world to read and see your exact pictures of it Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better You're a Genius all the time Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven"
So I read this over and realized one important thing. I am already on the right track. I think I have a piece of Kerouac inside me that has been screaming to be set free since I was a child. Everything is beginning to make sense now. It wasn't Hunter S. Thompson at all. Never was, never going to be. I am too depressed to see the world in that gloom all the time. Palahniuk was even worse (in the best way possible).
You have all read someones story told a thousand different times in a thousand different fonts. A person has a defining moment where their life gains purpose beyond simple necessity, where the road is emblazoned for their own personal flight. I have finally found it and I can never look back. I will never forget this moment.
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