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the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...– Jack Kerouac | On The Road
How To Be a Great Writer
[[MORE]] you’ve got to fuck a great many women beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and / or freshly-arrived talents. just drink more beer more and more beer and attend the racetrack at least once a week and win if possible. learning to win is hard– any slob can be a good loser. and don’t forget your Brahms and your Bach and your...
When you’re a kid, your ‘world’ is very small. It is confined to your home, your yard, your mom, your dad, your siblings and that’s it. While the world itself is enormous, you, like the ‘Whos’ are ignorant of this fact and unable to see the world outside of your own ‘world’. As you grow older, your ‘world’ begins expanding to include...
Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have...– John Updike
At the end of the day, I’m a poet unapologetic.– Bobby Allen Bird
Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.– Johnny Cade
ex·tro·spec·tion noun \¦ekstrə¦spekshən, -rō¦-\ : examination or observation of what is outside oneself —opposed to introspection
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! [[MORE]] O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full...
You can’t untell a tale, you can’t outslow an snail.– Bobby Allen Bird
In this world a man must either be the anvil or the hammer.– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Literature is the question minus the answer.– Bro. Ruhl
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Ebb & Flow
Dedicated to Bro. Ruhl & John F. Kelahan *** Every morning was the same. Howard stirred just minutes before his alarm sounded at 6 a.m. He had always hated the dull droning sound his alarm produced, but a mixture of laziness and aversion to change kept it next to his bed year after year. After a hearty stretch, he made his way to the bathroom. He stubbed his toe on the way in, as he did every...