Jack Kerouac’s Hovering Diary Entry About Self-Understanding and the Elemental Vastness of the Windblown World – The Marginalian

Typically, a portray in phrases is price a thousand footage. I take into consideration this increasingly, in our compulsively visible tradition, which more and more reduces what we predict and really feel and see — who and what we’re — to what will be photographed. I consider Susan Sontag, who known as it “aesthetic consumerism” half a century earlier than Instagram. In a small act of resistance, I provide The Unphotographable — Saturdays, a stunning picture in phrases drawn from centuries of literature: passages transcendent and transportive, depicting landscapes and experiences radiant with magnificence and feeling past what a visible picture might convey.

Jack Kerouac by John Cohen. (Nationwide Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Establishment.)

It’s in dialogue with nature — particularly in its most excessive moods — that human nature finest clarifies itself. On November 12, 1947, sitting at his mom’s kitchen desk in New York Metropolis’s working-class neighborhood Ozone Park whereas making an attempt to get his first e book printed, having simply coined the phrase “beat,” Jack Kerouac (March 12, 1922–October 21, 1969) penned a brief, hovering diary entry, a phrase from which turned the title of the wonderful posthumous assortment wherein it seems: Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947–1954 (public library).

He writes:

Highly effective winds that crack the boughs of November! — and the brilliant calm solar, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning the earth to darkness, and wild forlornness, and night time, as males shiver of their coats and hurry dwelling. After which the lights of dwelling glowing in these desolate deeps. There are the celebs, although! excessive and glowing in a non secular firmament. We’ll stroll within the windsweeps, gloating within the envelopment of ourselves, searching for the sudden grinning intelligence of humanity beneath these abysmal beauties. Now the roaring midnight fury and the creaking of our hinges and home windows, now the winter, now the understanding of the earth an dour being on it: this drama of enigmas and double-depths and sorrows and grave joys, these human issues within the elemental vastness of the windblown world.

Complement with Pico Iyer’s lyrical meditation on autumn gentle as a lens on life, Kerouac on “the Golden Eternity,” and the stirring story of how he saved one younger girl’s life with a track, then revisit different stunning Unphotographables: Richard Powers on the majesty of hen migration; Georgia O’Keeffe on the grandeur of Machu Picchu; Iris Murdoch on the ocean and the celebs; an Alpine transcendence with Mary Shelley; an Alaskan paradise with Rockwell Kent.

I am Christian Nnakuzierem Alozie (Kris Kuzie Alozie). A native of Eziama Nneato in Umunneochi LGA, Abia State, Nigeria. I am an inspirational writer and a motivational speaker. And above all, a lover of charity.

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