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April 27, 2014

Some days, Jack Kerouac got it right.

Still poetry month, right?

Kerouac is not my favorite wordsmith--but sometimes he got the thrill and promise of simply being alive pitch perfect.

The famous "mad to be saved" passage happens early on, in the first chapter On 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.


Posted by JD Hull at April 27, 2014 03:55 PM


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