Beat doesn’t mean tired or bushed, so much as it means beato, the Italian for beatific: to be in a state of beatitude, like St. Francis, trying to love all life, trying to be utterly sincere with everyone, practicing endurance, kindness, cultivating joy of heart. How can this be done in our mad modern world… Continue reading Jack Kerouac
I have passed these hours caressing your back. kissing your thin lips, and dipping my face into the fragrant curls of your hair. Before I walk on, I say, “Nos vermos,” which is half a prayer that like el panadero I should return to work each night until my hands mold to your body and… Continue reading Mark Brazaitis
…madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet… – Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters. (Mariner Books, October 1, 2004) Originally published January 1st 1977.