Bop began with Jazz but one afternoon somewhere on a sidewalk maybe 1939, 1940, Dizzy Gillespie or Charlie Parker or Thelonious Monk was walking past a men's clothing store on 42nd Street or South Main in L.A. and from a loudspeaker they suddenly heard a wild impossible mistake in jazz that could only have been heard inside their own imaginary head, and that is a new art. Bop.
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
There's wisdom in wine.
Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.
and the stars were icicles of mockery
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-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.
The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.
You seek identity in the midst of indistinguishab le chaos, in sprawling nameless reality.
But on top of all that, the feelings about Princess, I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel. "Pretty girls make graves," was my saying, whenever I'd had to turn my head around involuntarily to stare at the incomparable pretties of Indian Mexico.
Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH.
As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
The secret of this kind of climbing, is like Zen. Don't think. Just dance along. It's the easiest thing in the world, actually easier than walking on flat ground which is monotonous. The cute little problems present themselves at each step and yet you don't hesitate and you find yourself on some other boulder you picked out for no special reason at all, just like zen.~ Japhy
We tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.
After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.
It's hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.
ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach.
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