'The Path Of Christianity: The First Thousand Years' by John Anthony McGuckin
'The Benedict Option: A Strategy For Christians In A Post-Christian Nation' by Rod Dreher
'The Invention of Angela Carter: A Biography' by Edmund Gordon
'Shaking A Leg: Collected Writings' by Angela Carter
'Henry David Thoreau: A Life' by Laura Dassow Walls
'The Journal 1837-1861' Henry David Thoreau Edited by Damion Searls
'The Last Intellectuals: American Culture In The Age Of Academe' by Russell Jacoby
'A Rebel In Defense Of Tradition: The Life and Politics of Dwight Macdonald' by Michael Wreszin
'A Moral Temper: The Letters of Dwight Macdonald' Edited by Michael Wreszin
'Masscult and Midcult: Essays Against the American Grain' by Dwight Macdonald (New York Review Books Classics)
'Selected Letters 1907-1941 Of Ezra Pound' Edited by D. D. Paige
" Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.
 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten.
 Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days.
 Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth.
 Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter.
 Ye have condemned and killed the just; and he doth not resist you.
 Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain.
 Be ye also patient; stablish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh." James 5:1-8
BELIEF & TECHNIQUE FOR MODERN PROSE by 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
It is 11:49 AM late Monday morning in the death flow. Outside today it is gray and wet. It rained all night and all morning here in West Michigan. Before I went to bed last night I closed up the house and turned on the central air system. I did want rain blowing through the windows during the night, so I shut the house up.
I have had thus far a normal middle-class morning. In nine minutes we will be in the Noon time hours.
I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. I got up because I got a charlie horse in my right calf, so I had to jump out of bed and get rid of the leg pain by walking around our bedroom.
When I walked out of our bedroom towards the kitchen I opened the shades and got a glass of ice water. I drank coffee made last night as I messed with our main computer.
After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then sat in the living dozing till Carol got home from work around 8:40 AM.
I have spent the morning mainly messing with our main computer and reading from a book titled, 'The Last Intellectuals: American Culture In The Age Of Academe' by Russell Jacoby. Carol went to bed around 9:30 AM and is off tonight from work.
Last night I made a video for my BookTube channel and watched television till 11:30 PM. Now it is another day to mourn for the dead. I will close to go into the Noontime hours. There is no way of escape.