Underground River
None of the topics really relate to each other--yet. The nature of random processes is that they converge at some point. The rhythm feels like an undercurrent--a drone. It could be about an oil rig worker with second thoughts about being on it and want to be on the road.
Sunken oil, underground river
[Sunken oil underground river]
It doesn't matter what you do
You can change it
Started “On the Road”
In the small hours of the morning
Hotter than ever
In the heat of work
Discovered an important opening unity
It doesn't matter what you do
You can change it
4/27/1949 (Jack Kerouac Journal)
Started “On the Road” with a brief 500-wd. stint of 2, 3 hours duration, in the small hours of the morning. I find that I am “hotter” than ever — tho on Closer examination afterwards I figure I may only be over pleased with words, and not structurally sound yet (after a long layoff.) My interest in work is at a high pitch. My aim is to have much of "Road” done, if not all, by the time T & C is published next winter. I quit school today so I can do nothing but write. — Now I want to expand the original 500 words which, in the heat of work, ‘discovered’ an important opening unity.
4/27/2010
Sunken oil rig continues to spew 42,000 gallons of oil a day off the Louisiana coast...
4/27/2014, Sunday
Studio: Cenote Angelita, an underground river, and it should sound like that.
4/27/2022, Sunday
This afternoon at the bookstore I ran across a small book of Andy Warhol aphorisms. One of them struck me because it's something that I thought about before: "It doesn't matter what you do. You can change it—become an abstract expressionist and then the next week you can turn into a pop artist or someone else without feeling that you've given something up." I like this idea. One week I might be into songs, then next week ambient music, or do representational art of some kind and then do abstract painting. I think we could do all those things, which sort of ties in with the song character idea.
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