Jack as poet
For me its this vocation and dediction to find beauty and compassion in everything-to write in a freeform jazz mode that is more Coltrane than bird in composition.
That he could juxtapose a tomaoto on a vine with broken whisky bottles shows a keen artistic eye.
He sketched word drawings and tied them together into paragraph pictures until they became a story in scenes.
And he remembered people his character portrraits remind uf people we wish we knew and his word choice reveals to us a way of watchng we wish we used.
You wish you could see SF at dawn from a railyard
You wish you could look over his shoulder while he typed.
You wish you could open that winter medicine cabinet or lie in that field of cows.
He held up flowers without holding one.