Author

Curt Brown

@StribCBrown

Curt Brown has written three books and two e-books — all nonfiction — on everything from Lake Superior gales to the barber poles. (tinyurl.com/curt-books). He spent the bulk of his writing career in daily journalism at the Minneapolis Tribune, St. Paul Pioneer Press, Fergus Falls (Minn.) Daily Journal and the Associated Press. He moved to a trout stream near Durango, Colo., in 2014 from where he writes a Minnesota history column every Sunday in the Star Tribune.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!'”

Why I like it: I imagine my high school grammar teacher, Ms. Weiner, trying to diagram this sentence. We all seek characters to drive our stories. Here, Kerouac lists requirements…
“I work like a watchmaker or an old-fashioned silversmith: one eye screwed up... ”

“I work like a watchmaker or an old-fashioned silversmith: one eye screwed up… ”

“I work like a watchmaker or an old-fashioned silversmith: one eye screwed up, the other fitted with a watchmaker’s magnifying glass, with a fine tweezers between my fingers, with bits…