Mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because 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, On the Road

Journey home

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!'

The question and the cry `Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand
streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!'

- Rabindranath Tagore

World world world

I sit in my room
imagine the future
sunlight falls on Paris...
Trafalgar's fountain splash
on noon-warmed pigeons...
Gold dolphins leaping
thru Mediterranean rainbow
White smoke and steam in Andes
Asia's rivers glittering...

- Allen Ginsberg

Strolling the Golden Horn, watching the fishermen on Galata bridge, taking a ferry down the Bosphorus that divides Europe and Asia... It was magic, Istanbul was magic, and i loved every minute of it, the skyline of minarets and graceful domes of mosques silhouetted against the sunset as i stroll past the grand Yeni Jamii and the chaos of the Misir Carsisi (Egyptian spice market) down Galata bridge in the evenings....