(Originally posted on tumblr here, but I hope you all know that
it is from On the Road by Jack Kerouac.)
A short while ago, I found the tumblr page of an old friend. I consistently gobble up everything she posts and sit back, nodding my head and occasionally pumping my fist in the air. We were never close friends, but judging by the tiny snippets I get from her online, we very well could be. When I saw her re-post this quote, I was comforted that these words touched someone else (and thousands of others) like it did me.
This was the quote I kept going back to in college, when I hadn't yet found a good tribe. I put it up on my wall, read it and reread it, underlining my worn copy of Jack Kerouac's On the Road, the author of which also inspired my blog's name. ("Oh, I was wondering what the hell 'unspeakable visions' meant.") I still love reading it and I still want to meet more of the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live and never say a commonplace thing. It grounds me in my ideals and reminds me of the bigger life picture when I get mucked down by the day-to-day. I'm hoping to revisit my old friend Jack this summer, starting with On the Road and my favorite Dharma Bums. I even have a few books of his I haven't yet read, so maybe I'll cross those off the list soon too.
(Photo courtesy of Christie’s of New York via here)