News Year's Eve And The Following Day In Sugar Hill, NH.

New Hampshire

Human Behavior

He looks like a haunted one

Though could be anyone,

In the dark under the sun,

All humans undone

    Time to believe

    In the numbers of none.

Jack Kerouac’s Beliefs and Techniques for Modern Prose

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

Getting close now... I am VERY excited to have this monster out of my head. October 28th! Thank you all so much for all the love a support. You guys are just amazing.

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The Grey Dark

Would we see through such fog, that oppressive grey dark that falls around us? Our leader cries out, "Hello, Hello, for love's sake Hello and come to our aide." The darkness swells and ebbs. It swallows sounds, the cries of our leader, echo fades with our recoil.  

The road we tread, broken and overgrown. Shapes in the mist, faint sounds behind are but the ghosts that stalk our steps.  The strongest of us falter and shake, no rest, no sleep in this journey unending. "We will die here" are the whispers.  We keep moving into the grey dark. One by one our band dwindles and the shadows in the grey multiply. Those of us left hear familiar voices then nothing.

"Hello! Hello, for love's sake Hello..."

... we... you... help...

She dreams of sunflowers bent over in the snow.