Burning the Roman Candle at Both Ends May 31, 2013Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, New Orleans, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
Kerouac: “…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.”
Strike a match. Strike another. Burn them all.
From About Toulouse Street: ” It is, to borrow novelist Tim O’Brien’s line: A Fiction. It is loosely based on the life of a man of late middle age racing frantically towards and away from death.”
You will never remember finishing the race. What matters is the pain and elation of the running, the clatter of the keyboard instead of the patter of running shoes.
“Beckett: “I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.”
When we cease to transform we cease to live.
Frazier: “Kill the head and the body will die.”
Today is a good day to die. Today is a good day to live beyond any rational capacity.
Stevens: “These two things are one. (Pages of illustrations.)”