Roman Candles

"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 ahh..."

This is my philosophy on life.
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“I started writing when I was a kid — I got a typewriter for my sixth or seventh birthday,” says Darnielle. “I just write. Sometimes songs. Sometimes criticism. Sometimes recipes!”
John Darnielle in a Ithaca Times Arts Blog interview

This is a great picture. And I want a Pinklon Thomas shirt.

fuckyeahthemountaingoats:

“I started writing when I was a kid — I got a typewriter for my sixth or seventh birthday,” says Darnielle. “I just write. Sometimes songs. Sometimes criticism. Sometimes recipes!”

John Darnielle in a Ithaca Times Arts Blog interview

This is a great picture. And I want a Pinklon Thomas shirt.

Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.
David Foster Wallace (via tmblg) (via markn) (via synecdoche) (via ofbirds) (via dilaudid) (via unicornology) (via cargohoo)
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Blues & Roots is my favorite Mingus record.  Run-around-the-room indeed

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“Moanin’” by Charles Mingus from Blues & Roots (1960).

“Good jazz is when the leader jumps on the piano, waves his arms, and yells.  Fine jazz is when a tenorman lifts his foot in the air.  Great jazz is when he heaves a piercing note for 32 bars and collapses on his hands and knees.  A pure genius of jazz is manifested when he and the rest of the orchestra run around the room while the rhythm section grimaces and dances around their instruments.” — Charles Mingus

This is some run-around-the-room music.

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The Tallest Man on Earth - I Won’t Be Found

“Well if I ever get that slumber, just like a mole deep in the ground, Hell I won’t be found.”