‘“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!” - Jack Kerouac
“I would like to get rid of the homophobes, sexists, and racists in our audience. I know they’re out there and it really bothers me.”–Kurt Cobain
Writing: only place I’ve found peace.
(What’s your six-word memoir?)
I was walking / far from home
but I carried your letters all the while
I saw lovers / in a window
whisper, “Want me like time, want me like time…”
–from “I Was Walking Far From Home” by Iron&Wine
“Where’s your will to be weird?” –Jim Morrison
A RASPBERRY SWEATER
It is next to my flesh,
that’s why. I do what I want.
And in the pale New Hamshire
twilight a black bug sits in the blue,
strumming its legs together. Mournful
glass, and daisies closing. Hay
swells in the nostrils We shall go
to the motorcycle races in Laconia
and come back all calm and warm.
–Frank O'Hara