We’re all mad here

“Mad Matter: “Have I gone mad?”

Alice: “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”

― Alice in Wonderland

Create

“When you don’t create things, you become defined by your tastes rather than ability. Your tastes only narrow & exclude people.

So create.”

I am singing

“To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.”

― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Who’s who

The following sentence is true.

The preceding sentence is false.

Perhaps

let us be true to ourselves

with our weak-spoken hearts
in our mouths

the way this heat reminds
of a drained out future

with the drugs of hope 
feeding our mechanics

the way this riff
breathes life
in all the broken promises

with the struggle to break out
but ending up following in

the way the sadness of
this piece of rhythm
overshadows your happiness
and dumps a gloom
of dark on you

letting yourself be in touch
with the truth

let us be true to ourselves

but perhaps
there is no truth left anymore.

He knew not

he knew not what to do,
and so he read

he knew not what to see,
and so he imagined

he knew not what to hear,
and so he felt

he knew not what to say,
and so he spoke

he knew not what to be,
and so he became

himself.