January 2010
13 posts
Led Zeppelin, Black Dog
I gotta roll, Can’t stand still, Got a flaming heart, Can’t get my fill.
Robert W. Service, The Men Who Don't Fit In
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don’t know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong...
Walt Whitman, Excerpt from Song of Myself
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.
Alfie in Alfie
“I have no desire to be the richest stiff in the cemetery.”
John Steinbeck
“If anywhere in your travels you come on a man with guts, mark the place. I want to go see him. I haven’t seen anything but cowardice and expediency. This used to be a nation of giants. Where have they gone?”
Ernesto 'Che' Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries
“And now I feel my great roots unearth, free…”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Art Thou Pale For Weariness
Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
Jimi Hendrix, Hear My Train A Comin’...
Victor-Levy Beaulieu
“The revolution is nothing if not interior.”