the only ones 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'
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
this is fact not fiction
pounding along the beach with a tongue-lolling-hyperactive-and-seawater-dripping collie, crescent moon of a goofy grin stretched across his face; heart pounding, lungs heaving, plunging into bone-numbing sea-spray, sea-dog hot on my heels surf needling my nervous-system and the sun curves beyond the pale of the tangerine sky..
this is fact not fiction.
this is fact not fiction.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
nabokov
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”
come away with me in my magic doris-caravan to freewheel through thunderheads, in brace position through the star-crossed heavens, down the underside of the crescent and under the bridge to places where feral children whisper their dreams into cockle shells and where the sunshine is dew on eyelids and where we fall up into the sky and not down into the well. come away.
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