Tag Archives: road

Riding Towards Everywhere

One night not long ago, in a certain desert valley that I love, a farewell gathering for friends had ended, and we were all feeling sad. Since I had been sitting in company for hours, I decided to return to the ranch alone and on foot. It was an easy walk of three or four […]

Nomad

The American is a nomad. A bastard son. A criminal wherever he goes. Cut loose in his own country to wander and wage battle. The parents are merely stand ins and those who raise the child for its life of brutality along the highways and streets of the city where it scrapes along, in search […]

Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio – Nobel lecture

Have just finished reading everything available in Polish – what a great writer! His Nobel Prize lecture – here.

Guaranteed

On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that’s me So I can breathe… Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know A mind full of questions, and […]

William Vollmann – Riding Toward Everywhere

From Vollmann’s latest book on hobos, riding the rails and moving. Reminds me of bit of Lucius Shepard’s Two Trains Running from a few years ago, which I reviewed here. Whenever I injure or tire myself on the rails, I can rest, whether at home or in a flophouse. Although I won’t own a cell-phone […]

PT

In a nutshell, a PT merely arranges his or her paperwork in such a way that all governments consider him a tourist. A person who is just “Passing Through”. The advantage is that being thought of by government officials as a person who is merely “Parked Temporarily”, a PT is not subjected to taxes, military […]

Eddie Vedder – Society

hmmm ooh hooo hooo It’s a mystery to me we have a greed with which we have agreed You think you have to want more than you need until you have it all you won’t be free society, you’re a crazy breed I hope you’re not lonely without me When you want more than you […]

Into the Wild

The desert is the environment of revelation, genetically and physiologically alien, sensorily austere, esthetically abstract, historically inimical…. Its forms are bold and suggestive. The mind is beset by light and space, the kinesthetic novelty of aridity, high temperature, and wind. The desert sky is encircling, majestic, terrible. In other habitats, the rim of sky above […]

The land where they let the children cry

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity […]

Ursula LeGuin – “Solitude”

So for the young soul there is wandering and scouting, travel, danger, change. But of course travel and danger and change have their own dullness. It is finally always the same otherness over again; another hill, another fiver, another man, another day. The feet begin to turn in a long, long circle. The body begins […]

Lydia Lunch on ‘Music Inspired By The Film Last Man Standing’

How long would it take to walk yourself to death? Would you shoot a hole in your hand to drink your own blood if you were stranded on an endless sand plain, the only sign of life – what’s left of your own? Escape is essential. You flee to avoid capture, to temporarily outrun retribution. […]

Traveler’s epitaph

“I can’t say I know much, but I’ve loved, maybe too much; maybe from love I’ll get my death. I’ve seen Madagascar and walked the frozen sea. I have no trade, make nothing but pretty things which fail against the seriousness of rice. I’m not well or wise; I fear death; but I’ve never failed […]

Aegypt

On a crystal May morning, after everyone else seemed to have departed, he and Julie sat opposite each other at the scarred kitchen table, ready to go: between them now stood a tall glass of water and, in a saucer, two blue-stained cubes of sugar which their upstairs neighbor-gentle-eyed, hirsute-had acquired for them, tickets to […]

Pirate

I’m no longer a child and I still want to be, to live with the pirates. Because I want to live forever in wonder. The difference between me as child and me as adult is this and only this: when I was a child, I longed to travel into, to live in wonder. Now, I […]

William Vollmann – “A Traveler’s Epitaph”

I can’t say I know much, but I’ve loved, maybe too much; maybe from love I’ll get my death. I’ve seen Madagascar and walked the frozen sea. I have no trade, make nothing but pretty things which fail against the seriousness of rice. I’m not well or wise; I fear death; but I’ve never failed […]

Blue highways

On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. Now even the colors are changing. But in those brevities just before dawn and a little after dusk – times neither day nor night – the old roads return to the sky some of its color. Then, in […]

Carlos C.

“For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel — looking, looking, breathlessly. “

Mad travellers

You wake up one morning, the whole world is grey, you have had enough of your cold, colourless life. You want to drop everything, escape, far away, where life is real. Who has not had this dream from time to time? Nothing could be more normal. The desire to escape, to travel, is deeply rooted […]