For Kerouac

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“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”

Anyone who knows me, knows that The Beat Generation, and Kerouac in particular, are a huge part of what shaped me in my late teens and early 20s. For me, that era, those poets and writers, are a part of my soul. Sometimes when I’m reading Kerouac, it’s like he’s pulled my most personal feelings out of my heart and put them into words, in such a way that I never could. I find comfort in him and them, and they are the grandfathers I never had, my greatest teachers, my closest friends. This time of year I’m especially prone to them, so here’s a poem Kerouac wrote about my favorite month: October.

There’s something olden and golden and lost
In the strange ancestral light,
There’s something tender and loving and sad
In October’s copper might.

End of something, old, old, old…
Always missing, sad, sad, sad…
Saying something…love, love, love…

Akh! I tell you it is October,
And I defy you now and always
To deny there is not love

Staring foolishly at skies
Whose beauty but God defies.

For in October’s ancient glow
A little after dusk
Love strides through the meadow
Dropping her burnished husk…

Trouble in Turkey

Part of this blog is the WORLD. When I made it, I wanted a place to share what I make, comment on what others are making, but also I wanted to have a place to talk about the world and what’s going on in it. Because everything we do, whether we realize it or not, is influenced by the constant conflicted grinding, friction, rotation, and beauty of the world. We reflect each other, no matter how far apart we may be.

So I want to talk about what’s going on in Turkey and first say this: I’m with you, Turkey. I have friends in Turkey who have been keeping me updated with their own eyes and ears. It’s horrifying. I can’t even imagine actually living that. Pay attention. Everyone. Just because we live in America where the things we bitch about are often selfish and trivial when compared to other countries, doesn’t mean we can’t take a lesson from Turkey.

Never let your guard down, and ALWAYS, know and stand up for your rights. I am proud of every single one of you for standing your ground and risking your own wellbeing and safety to protest against such vehement and inhuman violence. Be as safe as you can, but never give up.

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This morning is the first time I’ve seen any major American news coverage of all this. While all of this violence, injury, and death was taking place, all our major websites showed was the latest celebrity gossip and sports news. This isn’t acceptable.