I was looking around the web for some more information on Jack Kerouac and came across a piece on NPR (here) that details some aspects of On The Road. The site also has some other interesting bits about Kerouac and his writing in general. You can listen to him reading (which is pretty sweet) and see pictures of the 120 ft. scroll he typed the book on (we weren’t the first to do multi-media experiments, apparently.) Thought I’d share in case you were curious after the reading last night/since I didn’t give you any background on Kerouac today in class.
I love the feeling of a stethoscope pressed against my chest, breathing in, breathing out. When I was younger I wondered what the doctor could be listening for inside the hollows and nooks of my body. I’m not sure I dared to imagine. Even in a doctor’s office, I found it soothing: the gentle pressing and inhaling, exhaling and pressing again– covering my chest and then my back, my abdomen. Then the weight of the stethoscope being knocked under my knee-cap as I watched my leg pull itself awake. The weight eased around my body and the cold metal felt quiet.
I wonder what we as writers can learn from following the experience of this sculpture class at the University of Mary Washington. Check out the student blogs, too, as they reflect on the experience. What do you think?