7/28/11

voices

can someone please answer these questions for me

In there any worth in me writing a story that is basically a cheapened version of Jack Kerouac's "Tristessa"?
If it turned out to be, in my eyes, the most successful piece I've written to date, would any publisher desire it? or would they all write it off as a bull shit kerouac rip off?
Is art not inspired by art if the latter art is too closely familiar to the original?
Where is my voice if I feel most free writing with "Kerouac's voice"?
Is "Kerouac's voice" exclusively "Kerouac's voice", or is it a style that is merely untapped literary resources?

Where is my voice?

Who am I?
what is going on?

My content is different. My passion is the same. Kerouac points the way to freedom.

7/27/11

Visions Of

Fervor in my mental steps from one such KEROUAC, the buddha beast, abstaining and gaining cracked up and decoded in the smoothest of streams, I too flow, and GO, and am on my way to the silent, silent eve. amen.

[YER literary energy, the one that feeds your mind's cogs, and subsequently your physicality. If you find that you are dispassioned, grab word after word--from lyric, book, conversation--and get up and go!]

7/10/11

PLEASE KILL ME



"Rock & roll is so great, people should start dying for it. you don't understand. The music gave you back your beat so you could dream. A whole generation running with a Fender bass…

The people just have to die for the music. People are dying for everything else, so why not the music? Die for it. Isn't it pretty? Wouldn't you die for something pretty?

Perhaps I should die. After all, al the great blues singers did die. But life is getting better now.

I don't want to die. Do I?"---Lou Reed


7/9/11

I'm ALMOST READY TO DO SOMETHING

HEAR SOMETHING
DO SOMETHING GO SOMEWHERE
BE somethin
REALLY LOUD SOMEWHERE

but first. I will go home and eat some steak and eggs. hell. yea.