wandering aimlessly in the city and contemplating the complicated nature of our existence; oh, and junk food.
quote drop...
"...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..."
--kerouac
real editor
spanish guitars; elliott smith; iron & wine; wilco; anything from sweden & most of the stuff coming out of canada now.
moulin rouge, eternal sunshine, american beauty, memento, the garden state, the royal tenenbaums, seven, adaptation, amelie, city of god, requiem for a dream, the basketball diaries, crash, millions, romeo and juliet, thumbsucker, fight club, pieces of april, snatch, etc. etc.
greys anatomy, and reruns of six feet under. i mostly hate tv.
poetry, in general (esp. ee cummings, rilke, and bukowski); the russians; anything timeless & classic; all hemingway, faulkner, & fitzgerald; i like everything i read, but i'm picky and only read things that are great.
bukowski on ee cummings:
What A Writer
what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.
how it was needed!
how we were withering
away
in the old
tired
manner.
of course, then came all
the e.e. cummings
copyists.
they copied him then
as the others had
copied Keats, Shelly,
Swinburne, Byron, et
al.
but there was only
one
e.e. cummings.
of course.
one sun.
one moon.