http://madswirl.com/short-stories/2017/05/digging-the-day/



Creating "Digging the Day"

I had a great time writing this beat poem.  It's one of my longer efforts and it took several weeks of cajoling my brain to complete it.  Those who inspired it are long gone, but their brilliant writing lives on. (check the afterthoughts below)

Extract from "Digging the Day"

"Living alone without talk is how I feel my peace,
However, that moon in my head is now again speaking to me,
loud and with great truth,"

Afterthoughts for "Digging the Day"

“[...]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!” 

Jack Kerouac-"On The Road"

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole. 

William S. Burroughs

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by 

madness, starving hysterical naked, 

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn 

looking for an angry fix, 

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly 

connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, 

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat 

up smoking in the supernatural darkness of 

cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities 

contemplating jazz, 

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and 

saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, 

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes 

hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy 

among the scholars of war, ” 

Allen Ginsberg-"Howl and Other Poems"