“I relinquished myself to existence pure and simple, thinking absolutely nothing—as if my mind were merely an echo chamber for the music, as if it contained only ether or at most a vaguely pleasant odor as of roses preserved between the pages of a book, their significance long forgotten. The tongue of the road gobbled me up and I allowed myself to sink like a tasty mouthful all the way to the bottom of a marvelous, rejuvenating vacuity. Later, it would occur to me it’s the emptiness we mistakenly call Innocence.” BookPastMusicYouthTravelMemoryInnocenceEmptinessNothingnessBeingForgettingRosesRoadVacuityBeing And NothingnessRoad Novel Book:Beginner's Luke Source: Beginner's Luke
“Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed to inspire me: Yardscrabble, Big Log, Upper, Middle and Lower Pigsty, Chicken Scratch, Cooterville, Felchville, Dust Rag, Dough Bag, Uranus Ridge, Big Bottom, Hooter Holler, Quickskillet, Buck Wallow, Possum Strut ... We always say a picture speaks a thousand words, but isn’t the opposite equally true?” CountryHumorFunnyImaginationComedyRootsSouthWordsSouthernHeritageImaginaryInheritanceRedneckRoadAdageSayingTruismPictureRedneck HumorBeatBirthplaceAppalachiaRuralWhite TrashDeep SouthBackwoodsImaginalRoad NovelReceived Wisdom Book:Beginner's Luke Source: Beginner's Luke