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Juan Rulfo, Inframundo, Photograph no. 78 © Sta. Clara Aparicio de Rulfo

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Joseph Fred Spalding

The storm’s forewarning a Fernie skyscape, 1908

The silver lining, Fernie, British Columbia, 1908

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JACK KEROUAC (March  12, 1922 - October 21, 1969)

« He [Kerouac] was an athletic prose writer and he was tremendously honest. He gave himself to his art and I think he was one of the great prose writers in America. Perhaps in America, itself, the single greatest in the twentieth century. His breakthrough to a realization of spontaneous mind and the enormous inventive perceptive capacity of raw mind–“first thought is best thought-is something so noble that only a few great Buddhist poets have achieved that.» - Allen Ginsberg (x)

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“A sociable smile is nothing but teeth.”

— Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels (via quotespile)

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Meanwhile I walk in the road at night, in utter darkness, and no one will help me but my own mad self. I want to communicate with Dostoevsky in heaven, and ask old Melville if he's still discouraged, and Wolfe why he let himself die at 38. I don't want to give up. I promise I shall never give up, and that'll die yelling and laughing. And that until then I'll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone's lapel and make them confess to me and to all. This way I'll really find out something in time.

Time to write, I guess.

Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954

Happy 100th, love.

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Gustave dore

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Gustave Dore

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Satan in Council, by Gustave Doré, 1868.

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“There is a truth that everyone knows but you. Each of us has it; no one is immune. Not a secret, not a scandal, but something simple and obvious to everyone else. It can be as simple as losing weight, or as difficult as leaving a husband. How awful, to sense that everybody knows the thing that would change your life, and yet no one is friend enough to tell you! You are left to guess, all by yourself. Until that moment comes when it reveals itself to you, and of course this revelation always comes a moment too late.”

— Andrew Sean Greer, The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells

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Puddle, M. C. Escher, 1952

Woodcut on paper 24 x 31.9 cm (9 ½ x 12 ½ in.)