The Mad Ones. The Beats. The Inner Heat.
“We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.” -Jack Kerouac On the Road
“A frantic atmosphere- all kinds of characters talking fast, moving fast- some debonair, some rakish. Literary types w black beards, grim-faced intellectuals-eclectic girls, non-homemaker types. The kind of people who came from out of nowhere and go right back into it -a pistol-packing rabbi, a snaggle-toothed girl with a big crucifix between her breasts- all kinds of character looking for the inner heat.” –Chronicles -Bob Dylan
“…,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…” –On the Road -Jack Kerouac
Lost Man out
lost heart beating
Visions of the Mad Road nowhere
come on voice of echo call us to be there