The Dreamer's Disease

I’m in LOVE with these two.

What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

—Jack Kerouac from On the Road

Maybe I should learn to longboard with these cool girls in Madrid?

This is such a cool idea. There is a new parking garage where each floor is dedicated to a different poet…floor 7 is Langston Hughes, 9 is Robert Frost, etc. Instead of identifying the place where you parked your car with the color blue or a picture of a zebra, you think of Kay Ryan or Sandburg. Frost reads his poem over loud speakers on the floor while you walk to your car. What a great way to put poetry into daily life. 

Van Morrison. Into the Mystic

I don’t want to fear it

I just want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Then magnificently we will float into the mystic