Instant Writing

Obsessed about a new kind of writ­ing, some­thing more inter­est­ing, and imme­di­ate, than what’s hap­pen­ing in social media or any­where else, cer­tainly books—and it was seen in the thrim and shim­mer of the ligh­trays and lush at a disco loft party last night. There for a sec­ond, a mir­rored moment alone, when my ancient idea of “instant writ­ing” was haunt­ing me hard, some of it came out quickly in great nat­ural clarity—it was strong, ver­nal, and maybe the only way out that was rea­son­ably possible.

Because look: I’ve cre­ated a moun­tain range of backed-up work in jour­nals and files and piles of pocket note­books all to tran­scribe, and there’s sim­ply no way to gather it en masse together and orga­nize it with­out stop­ping, and time, and mean­while more—the ideas keep gush­ing forth in their fast-flowing froth and I know that the most likely way of fin­ish­ing these big leg­ends and books is maybe to write them all out in real­time just as they hap­pen, and instantly with fast strokes & brushthought life is trans­muted to word.