up in the hills
"Work of this kind is like a human being. What is it, whence does it come, where is it going, and why, and when, and who will know it? Work like this something alive, and full of unknowables, and it abides even as you do not know this is what it is.
So I console myself, saying, do not ask me what this book is, whence it came, why it came, and for what purpose, do not point out its imperfections, gaucheries, crudeness -- rather, you might just as well say to me, looking at me in the eyes: -- "What are you, whence came you, why, and for what crude imperfect purpose?"--- Jack Kerouac
and so begins another crude artistic season here in the Western Maine Foothills...
may it be imperfectly satisfying and good..
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- Mood:
Llama - Listening to: Toots and the Maytals
- Reading: Windblown World - Jack Kerouac
- Drinking: Microbrews