"The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language"
psssst...click on the picture to see it up close and personal
“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 center light pop and everybody goes "Awww!”'- Jack Kerouac
3 comments:
The quotation is too true!
Interesting use of complementary colors.
It makes me think of Munch's 'scream' only I imagine this is what one would see if looking down the screamers throat.
Ha! This looks just like my head! I'm a novelist, and my head is always full of words. :)
BTW, I saw on your profile you like Virginia Woolf's "To the Lighthouse." Did you ever read "The Waves"? Awesome! My favorite of Woolf's novels.
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