"Everyone thinks I’m anti-social just because I want to stay sober."
scriabinist is a friend of mine. I met him outside of a Set It Straight, Dangers, Comadre, and Don’t Trip show when I was 16 (I’m 23 now). I’ll protect his anonymity cause I’m sure he’d be upset if I told everyone who he was. He is a very solid dude and you should follow him though because he is V authentic.
"He had more books than I’ve ever seen in all my life - two libraries, two rooms loaded from floor to ceiling around all four walls, and such books as the Apocryphal Something-or-Other in ten volumes. He played Verdi operas and pantomimed them in his pajamas with a great rip down the back. He didn’t give a damn about anything. He is a great scholar who goes reeling down the New York waterfront with original seventeenth-century musical manuscripts under his arm, shouting. He crawls like a big spider through the streets. His excitement blew out of his eyes in stabs of fiendish light. He rolled his neck in spastic ecstasy. He lisped, he writhed, he flopped, he moaned, he howled, he fell back in despair. He could hardly get a word out, he was so excited with life."
"The fact is, Jake," Ray said, "I don’t know what I’ll do with my little education. I wonder sometimes if I could get rid of it and go lose myself in some savage culture in the jungles of Africa. I am a misfit — as the doctors who dole out newspaper advice to the well-fit might say — a misfit with my little education and constant dreaming, when I should be getting the nightmare habit to hog in a whole lot of dough like everybody else in this country. Would you like to be educated like me?"
going to be on a plane to New York City in four hours
today will be: quiet moments, coffee, long reading in the poetry center, sadness