An Answer

[angelwylde]

“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

Comments

[swept_in]

awesome

[soulhaus]

....i just recently stumbled across the painting i did with that quote.

[angelwylde]

It's my favorite, the first words Kerouac ever wrote that brought tears to my eyes. I still remember when and where I read them and what I was doing.

I was at Amanda and I's place in Marion Center, a fifteen room mansion 4 of us could afford because it was in the middle of NOWHERE.

I was in the "sewing room", cross-legged with my back to the heater.

The ONE good thing about Pittsburgh Winters?

The beat poets, f'sho.