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Credo by Jack Kerouac
Remember above all things, Kid, that
to write is not difficult, not painful, that it comes out of you with
ease, that you can whip up a little tale in no time, that when you are
sincere about it, that when you want to impress a truth, it is not
difficult, not painful, but easy, graceful, full of smooth power, as if
you were a writing machine with a store of literature that is boundless,
enormous, endless, and rich. For it is true; this is so. Do not forget
it in your gloomier moments. Make your stuff warm, drive it home
American-wise, don't mind critics, don't mind the stuffy academic theses
of scholars, they don't know what they're taking about, they're way of
the track, they're cold; you're warm, you're red hot, you can write all
day, you know what you know, like Halper; you remember that, Kid, and
when you feel as if you cannot write, as if it is no use, as if life is
no good, read this over and realize that you can do a lot of good in
this world by turning out truths like these, by spreading warmth, by
trying to preach living for life's sake, not the intellectual way, but
the warm way, the way of love, the way which says: Brothers, I greet you
with open arms, I accept your frailties, I offer you my frailties, let
us gather and run the gamut of rich human existence. Remember, Kid, the
ease, the grace, the glory, the greatness of your art; remember it,
never forget. Remember passion. Do not forget, do not forsake, do not
forget. It is there, the order and the purpose; there is chaos, but not
in you, not way down deep in your heart, no chaos, only ease, grace,
beauty, love, greatness.....Kid, you can whip up a little tale, a little
truth, you can mop up the floor with a little tale in no time; it is a
cinch, you are the flow of smooth thrumming power, you are a writer, and
you can turn out some mean stuff, and you will turn out tons of it,
because it is you, and do not forget it, Kid, do not forget it; please,
please Kid, do not forget yourself; save that, save that, preserve
yourself; turn out those mean little old tales by the dozens, it is
easy, it is grace, do it American-wise, drive it home, sell truth, for
it needs to be sold. Remember, Kid, what I say to you tonight; never
forget it, read this over in your gloomier moments and never, never
forget.....never, never, never forget.....please, please, Kid please…
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