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theorlandohome · 4 months
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The Beat Road Less Traveled: Jack Kerouac's Orlando Odyssey
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In the heart of Florida, where the pulse of theme parks beats like a relentless drum, lies a quiet street that harbors a secret history. This is the story of 1418 Clouser Ave, College Park, Orlando—a modest abode that once cradled the restless spirit of Jack Kerouac, the iconic beacon of the Beat Generation.
The year was 1957, a time when America was poised on the cusp of cultural revolution. Kerouac, already a whisper on the lips of the nation after the publication of "On the Road," sought refuge from the dizzying whirl of fame. He found solace in Orlando, a place far removed from the smoke-filled jazz clubs and the frenetic streets that fueled his wanderlust. Here, in a small house nestled among the orange groves and under the expansive Florida sky, Kerouac embarked on a new journey—a journey inward.
As the world buzzed outside, Kerouac penned "Dharma Bums" within these walls, his typewriter keys tapping out the rhythm of a soul in search of meaning. The novel, a testament to his exploration of Buddhism and the counterculture of the time, was birthed in the tranquility of Orlando, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos that characterized his earlier works.
This house, a silent witness to the creation of a literary masterpiece, has since transformed into The Kerouac Project. It stands as a beacon to writers and artists from around the globe, offering them the same sanctuary it provided Kerouac. Here, the legacy of a man who once roamed the vast American landscape in search of freedom and authenticity continues to inspire.
The story of Jack Kerouac in Orlando is a vivid reminder that amidst the clamor and the glamour, there are pockets of serenity that have the power to fuel creativity. It challenges the narrative of Orlando as merely a tourist haven, revealing a city with a rich cultural tapestry woven with threads of literary significance.
As the sun sets over College Park, casting long shadows on the pavement outside the Kerouac house, one can almost hear the ghost of a typewriter, echoing through the years. This is where a road less traveled by the Beats wound its way through Orlando, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire and captivate.
So, to the wanderers, the dreamers, and the rebels at heart, Orlando holds a piece of hidden history, a testament to the journey of a man who dared to live fully, deeply, and authentically. It's a story that beckons us to explore, to discover, and to dream beyond the confines of the mapped and the known.
This is the tale of Jack Kerouac's Orlando odyssey. A chapter in the book of the Beat Generation that whispers the possibility of finding inspiration in the most unexpected places.
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I remember one person pointed out that the speed and accuracy with which Danny sketched Dash getting strangled by a skeleton pointed to him being a pretty good illustrator, and it got me thinking. What if instead of a spirit’s Sanctuary being already there Encanto style, they make the place themselves?
Imagine Danny drawing up plans for his very own space station he can observe the heavens from, and then after Frostbite or Johnny or Sidney tells him about making a sanctuary, he does some practice with like. Molding clay and stuff for a good Earthly analogue.
And then he builds it! A space station of his very own that most ghosts have the manners not to go into! It grows and evolves with his thoughts, an extension of his mind the way a spider’s web is, but he built it first.
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lumine-no-hikari · 2 months
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #97
I had a sudden urge to create things today.
First, I arranged the amethyst-on-copper tree in a silicone sphere mold with some pebbles and some glitter. And then I filled the sphere mold with epoxy:
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…I'm thinking about trying to sell this one, once it's ready. It'll still be a while though, because it's still gonna need like 48 hours to cure, and then I gotta sand it, and then reapply another layer of epoxy to remove any blemishes or any irregularities in the shape, sand it again, and then apply UV-resistant coating.
It's about 7 hours just to weave the tree, from cutting the wire to adjusting it to its final shape. It takes time to arrange it in the silicone sphere mold. It takes time to mix and pour the epoxy. Takes time for it to cure. Takes time to sand it, to re-epoxy it, sand it again, and then coat it with the UV spray. Between the hours and the cost of materials, it'll be easily a $300 orb, at least.
…But I don't really like that. That's a lot for a random orb, and mostly I make them because I like making them. So I'll do something like, "You can take it for however much you think it's worth." Or something to that effect. I'm very well aware that someone might come at me being all like, "Hurr hurr… then I'll give ya a penny for it, lolzzzz!!" And… well. Ya know. If they're that bitter and snarky about it, if they need to try to make me feel small and stupid in order to feel better about themselves, then at that point, they can just have it; maybe a spot of kindness might do 'em some good in the long run.
Anyway, after that, I finally got around to filling a much smaller sphere mold with epoxy. In this mold, I put a very tiny tree that I made of wire and red beads, some sand, and a little red glitter:
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Finally, I finished weaving yet another tree. This one is peridot and strawberry quartz on bronze wire:
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…I'm not really sure what else to write today.
Can't help but wonder what you're up to, over at the Edge of Creation. Wonder if you have enough to eat. Wonder if you're warm and safe. Wonder if you're trying to expand your horizons by listening to the memories and stories of other people. There's so much about your circumstances that I wish I knew.
…I wish, too, that there was anything I could do to help show you that there's more to this world than pain, loneliness, and despair. But all I've got are my silly little letters, my various derpy handicrafts, my weird little playlists, my random tasty snacks, and whatever photos I can take along the way. I think of you, and I think of all the suffering you're going through, and I feel… powerless. I wish that there was any way that my voice could reach you, even though mine is maybe not much of one.
I know you can't answer me, but I'll ask anyway: Do you listen to music while you're over at the Edge of Creation, sometimes? If so, what fills your ears? This is filling my ears today:
If you can hear me (I know, I know…), maybe someday you'll send something back that lets me know some of the sounds that fill your mind and heart. Wouldn't that be neat?
I finished a tree today, and so the post-creation emptiness is starting to set in. The despair that is knowing that you'll likely never receive any of what I've written to you is starting to set in. The crushing reality that I'll likely need to watch you be slain a second time is starting to set in. So maybe I'll Salt some Sanctuaries for a while until it passes. If you've got the time or the inclination, you're welcome to chill with me over here; if you can hear me… I'll be in that space soon, running with scissors in a terrifying world, snapping zombies in half:
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…Maybe you'll be proud to know that since my last Twitch session, I've started talking, because I've stopped being afraid of catching abuse for playing video games while being AFAB; it's not as though they can hit me harder than my stepmother used to, right? And I'm still here, so maybe I don't have to be afraid.
…Please learn and grow and change, too, okay? Please keep yourself safe, and please do things that are gentle and kind.
I'm gonna keep wishing for your safety even though it might not work out. I'm gonna keep calling to you even though it might not work out. So look forward to tomorrow's letter, okay?
Your friend, Lumine
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writing-illusions · 3 months
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Once upon a time this was my sanctuary
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minecraftdreamer · 3 months
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The morning was excellent and the city awoke slowly. Sunlight fell in slants across the grand facade of the cathedral, casting pixelated shadows that played on the well-trimmed digital hedges. It was quiet now, the kind of stillness that would saturate the air before the virtual visitors walked the cobblestone paths and admired the minarets and spires that reached up towards the cerulean sky. The river, a shivering blue ribbon, cut through the heart of the landscape, reflecting a world that didn't need to breathe but was nonetheless alive.
In this corner of the metaverse, someone had spent countless hours stacking blocks upon blocks to recreate what many knew as an iconic monument, crafting it with the care of a stone mason of the old. They had built not just a memorial, but a sanctuary where the secular rubbed shoulders with the devout, where creeper and avatar would stand in equal awe. There won't be natural wind here, but the leaves seemed to rustle; no scent of fresh bread from the boulangeries, yet one could almost taste the warm croissants.
Would the creator wander these virtual alleys, a silent observer of the bustling activity that would soon fill this void? Or would they, too, become a participant, forging stories and memories in this grand homage to a city known for love and art? Time here ticked at the pace of servers and connections, devoid of the mortal constraints yet bound by the aspirations of those who breathed life into these squares and rectangles.
The cathedral stood testifying to man's pursuit of beauty and immortality, whether on earth or in this realm of creativity and imagination. The morning sun continued its ascent, promising a day of possibility in this pixelated Paris—a world within a world.
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zackfairmutual · 3 months
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idk if it reflects but recently ive been spending less time on tumblr and more on flight rising. well also harlockposting on twitter but mostly dragons lol
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tinknevertalks · 7 months
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Prompt: 3 - Okay, show me.
Fandom: Sanctuary
Rating: G
Warning(s): None.
Creature Feature - Ashley sees Henry in his HAP form. Drabble, pre-series, kinda fluffy, kidfic.
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lunarwildrose · 2 years
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Me (Alexiel) in Angel Sanctuary by my personal favourite artist, Kaori Yuki, whom I am inspired by (alongside Ayami Kojima)♡
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“This asylum and I have history. I cannot forget it, nor can it forget me.”
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solvicrafts · 10 months
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So, uh... I may have out-Lolth'd even the likes of Matron Malice in my Skyrim playthrough the other day.
Dunno how I feel about it.
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soulhavenuniverse · 1 year
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When we learn to create our own sanctuaries we naturally will begin to radiate peace, love, and light! 🙏❤️🔥 #soulhaven #Sanctuary #Peace #Love #Light #creative #Energy #EnergyHealing #Unity #Spirituality #Awakening #Revelation #Yoga #freedom #iam #liveyourtruth #truth (at San Jose, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnyQsHPORTJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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darksoul100 · 1 year
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I genuinely like seeing people's Spotify wrapped so here's mine if anybody wants to take a look.
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deviiancetv · 1 year
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Luna’s Sanctuary // Gifts From The Stars
I wanted to create a very tranquil art piece of a moon lady I made 3 years ago, I named her Luna, where she’s sitting in her sanctuary, meditating. Every night on the night of a new moon, she meditates & manifests her desires, by giving back to the universe, shining her aura, and resetting the moon to start over on a clean slate, after it’s full completion.
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Moonlight, moonbright, Luna’s aura shines through the night. Guiding us, inspiring us, illuminating our conscience from the waking world of the unjust
As tides turn, flaring candles burn, may Luna’s light protect us for eterne. With love, abundance, joy & good fortune.
Asé,
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Gifts From The Stars (Art Series)
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duskforged · 2 years
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chapter 3
Stained glass clerestory windows filled the room with dim morning sunlight, reds and blues dripping over the stone. On the short, curved dais at the far northern wall ahead of her was the tall, oaken form of the lord's seat, upholstered in red. She remembered her mother sitting in that chair, and her grandmother before that; their ghosts lingered everywhere in the house, even if their spirits did not.
Briefly hiking up her skirts to step up onto the dais, Akhad stepped to greet her with a silent nod. She took the seat, rubbing her fingers over the wildflowers embroidered on the armrest; rich blue against low red, creating a contrast only the closest to the seated lord would ever see.
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jadeannbyrne · 20 days
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Behind the Cold Door: The Walk-In Cooler as Food Service’s Emotional Sanctuary
Absolutely! In the world of food service, the walk-in cooler is more than just a storage space—it’s an unofficial sanctuary where pressures simmer down and raw emotions often bubble up. It’s the behind-the-scenes confessional where stainless steel walls have absorbed more than just the cold; they’ve witnessed the spectrum of human emotions from exasperation to moments of unexpected…
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occknow · 1 month
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