Your blog is nice. "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... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles." And was a very bitter guy.
“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.”
In addition, I find almost everything he wrote unreadable And it is an awesome thought. Think about it.We meet so few of these people in our lifetimes. I imagine in order to embrace ‘burning’ in life it most likely takes this belief. Even through the bitterness. In fact most of us will never even come close to being mad for anything or even come close to burning. He was most certainly an alcoholic. Just one last quote pulled from thousands of hours of his incessant drunken ramblings:This may be one of the most reasonable and most poetic quotes you may find from that wackjob. You have to experience sadnessDo not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitiousSome believe that it is only GREAT POWER that can hold evil in check. Well. Well.
“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 That every day is a vast empty page. Able Says: January 23rd, 2010 at 11:44 pm.
Is that bad?C’mon Bruce
It is in your innermost flowering. And the madness. And that Life is there for you to fill the pages with anything you want. Ok. From anyone for that matter.
I am pretty sure Jack Kerouac was a certifiable loon