Jack
life thinking joy
With joy realize for the first time thinking just not thinking-so I don't have to think anymore.
mad literature swirls
The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.
forever ecstasy blessedness
There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever.
sweet winter air
The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas; and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.
struggle writing mind
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.
writing men want
Hell man, I know very well you didn't come to me only to want to become a writer, and after all what do I really know about it except that you've got to stick to it with the energy of a benny addict.
reality identity chaos
You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.
years jail origin-of-life
I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came
golden way towns
I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.
dream book writing
You don't realize what a strain it is on the nerves to write or think-of-writing all day long, and to sleep full of nervous dreams, and to wake up not knowing who one is: this all stems from anxiety about finishing the book, about time 'growing short', etc., and the perpetual strain of invention.
nice book fall
Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio says there's a foot of snow falling on Long Island. I really love snow and wish I could take a long walk in it right now.
cities giving long
I swore I'd be in Chicago tomorrow, and made sure of that, taking a bus to Chicago, spending most of my money, and didn't give a damn, just as long as I'd be in Chicago tomorrow.
home writing native-language
Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.
dog tree heaven
The tree looks like a dog, barking at heaven.