Installment Seventeen, Further Lessons From The Road
“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.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
What have I learned so far? Engage foot upon accelerator,
arrive at destination, open mouth sans inserting foot in
said mouth and eloquently wax poetic. Sounds easy enough,
what could possibly go wrong? Everything possible and yet
in the end- absolutely nothing. All the ‘what ifs’ by now sit
in a shiny bucket entertaining themselves in repetitious games.
To be in the presence of ‘the mad ones’, those who understand
the pure transformational fire of my Beloved’s brilliant words,
is an amazement that transfixes me. Now, I understand why
the road is so oft whispered about in reverence: for it is here that the
‘mad ones’ who “burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman
candles exploding like spiders across the stars” exist.
Before I can even unpack my suitcase of books and baubles,
I hear Willy Nelson’s refrain calling me, calling me back to my
new home- on the road:
“On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again”
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.