Prompt–Thursday, September 1

♦ September 1, 2011 ♦ 3 Comments

I recently acquired my own copy of “Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954” by Jack Kerouac, edited by Douglas Brinkley. The prompt is based on the following sentence: “But a farm is my idea of working for a living, above all things” (62).

Go.

Above All Things

Life is work. So is farming. Each person needs to eat, and what better way to ensure I have enough but to grow it myself? It requires sweat, muscles, and early hours. In the end, though, my stomach is full.

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  1. thepencankill's avatar
    thepencankill
    September 2, 2011 – 4:22 pm

    There is something is corn and chalked earth, in the crisp whispers of husks, that has the potential to make a man. There is a communion, for he is a chalice of sweat and blood on the lips of the earth.

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    thepencankill
    September 2, 2011 – 4:26 pm

    Oops. *in* corn

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  3. Suzanna Anderson Creates's avatar
    Suzanna and Writing
    September 5, 2011 – 4:35 pm

    Thanks so much for participating, Zach! I love the imagery of corn and earth. The last sentence grabbed me with “…he is a chalice of sweat and blood on the lips of the earth.”

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