In 1952 and 1953 as he wandered around America, Jack Kerouac jotted down spontaneous prose poems, or “sketches” as he called them, on small notebooks that he kept in his shirt pockets. The poems recount his travels—New York, North Carolina, Lowell (Massachusetts, Kerouac’s birthplace), San Francisco, Denver, Kansas, Mexico—observations, and meditations on art and life. The poems are often strung together so that over the course of several of them, a little story—or travelogue—appears, complete in itself. Published for the first time, Book of Sketches offers a luminous, intimate, and transcendental glimpse of one of the most original voices of the twentieth century at a key time in his literary and spiritual development.
Incase you didn’t know oarfish are very long deep sea fish that rarely if ever come to shallow water; if they do it’s usually because they’re about to kick the bucket.
kinda sad that they only are seen when they’re dying though.
What’s extra freaky is that in their natural habitat, they spend most of their time hovering straight up and down rather than swimming horizontally like we see here and expect from most other sea creatures.
There are other deep sea fish who swim that way, and anglerfish who swim completely upside down. Things get weird in a weightless void of total darkness.