Jack Kerouac

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because 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 centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

from On The Road (1957)

I did this drawing for an article in the Palm Beach Artspaper about an upcoming poetry slam.

It's hard to believe that Kerouac died 40 years ago this coming October.

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