This is by Kristin from the Candy Sandwich blog. See some related TalentDevelop links at the end.
“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
Not all of us are mad. Mad to live. Mad to talk. Mad to be saved. Most of us stand at the sides and go “awww!” in the presence of those who are, watching in wonder and awe as they sparkle in dimly lit bars, at family picnics, over dinner if one can pin them down.
They flit and flash as fireflies in the summer and then they disappear, on to the next best thing. Something new and exciting and different, something that makes us think “if only I had more…”
Some do have more. Some flit. Some flash. Some move on to the next best thing, living loose and fast.
Kerouac drank himself to death, dying of an internal hemorrhage caused by cirrhosis, or so I’ve read, following a lifetime of heavy drinking. Depression. Drug use. Mad to be saved?
A while ago, a friend of mine started a nonprofit. She’s a bit mad herself, splitting her time between Denver and DC, working, writing a book and taking classes in addition to her passion: the nonprofit.
Mad To Live is “a suicide prevention and awareness foundation, which aligns with and supports the arts as a way to augment mental health services.”
From Candy Sandwich.
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>Related:
my article: Gifted, Talented, Addicted
Depression and Creativity section
Healing & art page
Nurturing mental health : acting
Nurturing mental health : films/filmmaking
Nurturing mental health : writing
creativity and depression, artists and depression, artists and drugs, artists and suicide, arts and suicide prevention
This is by Kristin from the Candy Sandwich blog. See some related TalentDevelop links at the end.
Not all of us are mad. Mad to live. Mad to talk. Mad to be saved. Most of us stand at the sides and go “awww!” in the presence of those who are, watching in wonder and awe as they sparkle in dimly lit bars, at family picnics, over dinner if one can pin them down.
They flit and flash as fireflies in the summer and then they disappear, on to the next best thing. Something new and exciting and different, something that makes us think “if only I had more…”
Some do have more. Some flit. Some flash. Some move on to the next best thing, living loose and fast.
Kerouac drank himself to death, dying of an internal hemorrhage caused by cirrhosis, or so I’ve read, following a lifetime of heavy drinking. Depression. Drug use. Mad to be saved?
A while ago, a friend of mine started a nonprofit. She’s a bit mad herself, splitting her time between Denver and DC, working, writing a book and taking classes in addition to her passion: the nonprofit.
Mad To Live is “a suicide prevention and awareness foundation, which aligns with and supports the arts as a way to augment mental health services.”
From Candy Sandwich.
~~~
>Related:
my article: Gifted, Talented, Addicted
Depression and Creativity section
Healing & art page
Nurturing mental health : acting
Nurturing mental health : films/filmmaking
Nurturing mental health : writing
creativity and depression, artists and depression, artists and drugs, artists and suicide, arts and suicide prevention