March 25th, 2010
There is no escape.
You can’t be a vagabond and an artist
and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man.
You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes
to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea.
Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of
childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk
nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen.
You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master
of yourself. You are a bird in the storm.
Let it storm! Let it
drive you!
