August 28th, 2020

9. The unspeakable visions of the individual

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
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It is 2:02 PM Friday afternoon here in West Michigan. Carol just got home from getting her hair cut and go in a grocery store for milk and bread. While she was gone I wrote in my paper diary, read from a book titled, 'Johnson and Boswell: A Biography Of Friendship' by John B. Radner and dozed. Now I am awake seeking to write something in my online diaries.

I got up this morning around 7:05 AM. I woke up to a gray humid hot morning. We still have the central air system going full stream. Tomorrow is predicted to be back in the 70's. What we need is rain.

I spent the morning doing what I do every morning. I wrote in my diary and read the Bible/The Book of Exodus/Old Testament. I also read this morning from a book titled, 'Echoes of Exodus: Tracing a Biblical Motif' by Bryan D. Estelle. So has gone by existence is a dead world. I feel like going back to sleep. I do not know why I feel so tired these days. It must be old age.

Last night Carol went to bed early and I stayed up late and read from a book titled, 'Dostoyevsky Reads Hegel In Siberia And Bursts Into Tears' essays by Laszlo F. Follenyi Translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet. Yesterday I received from Amazon these two new books,'Dostoyevsky Reads Hegel In Siberia And Bursts Into Tears' essays by Laszlo F. Follenyi Translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet and 'Baron Wenckheim's Homecoming' A Novel by Laszlo Krasznahorkai Translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet.

So goes by the month of August 2020. Next Friday we will be in the month of September 2020. I have a dentist appointment next Friday in the morning. I will get my teeth cleaned and checked over. I do not want my teeth to rot. I need my teeth to chew bread.

Well, there is nothing more worth reporting. America is going to the dogs. Demons are howling in the hallways of the White House Washington D.C..

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