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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The novel as plant

Just not a very good blogging month for me--too much else on my mind, I think. Oliver's weekly post will have to wait yet another day, cause I don't like to just throw him up here pell-mell.

In the meantime, here is a visual representation of Kerouac's On the Road. It's hard to read here, but the colors represent themes/subjects, and the stems are the chapters, paragraphs, sentences--ending with the flower tip word counts.

Click on them to see a bit bigger.


3 comments:

  1. JudieOctober 5, 2011 at 1:09 PM

    I woke up this morning berating myself for missing Oliver yesterday. It is a crazy week for me, but I'm trying to stay on top of things.

    What I'm really saying is: I'm glad it is you and not me. ;)

    Also that I'd rather wait and have the story told the way you'd want it to be and not just put up all pell-mall.

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  2. Judy,Judy,Judy.October 5, 2011 at 11:48 PM

    What Judie said - no pell mell Oliver.
    Love the finished picture! Once upon a time I thought I loved Kerouac. Then I discovered Diane di Prima.
    Here's one of my favorites of hers:

    Song for Baby-O, Unborn
    By Diane di Prima

    Sweetheart
    when you break thru
    you’ll find
    a poet here
    not quite what one would choose.


    I won’t promise
    you’ll never go hungry
    or that you won’t be sad
    on this gutted
    breaking
    globe


    but I can show you
    baby
    enough to love
    to break your heart
    forever

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  3. London MabelOctober 6, 2011 at 3:42 AM

    Judie - LOL <-- real actual laugh out loud. Yes, c'est moi.

    J,J,J - I've never even read Kerouac. But thanks for sharing this poem, it's beautiful.

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