Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?
I like to think that madness means emotion. Emotion that comes from an all consuming passion. Passion that lies within the deep recesses of your body and mind. Mind on madness is creation. Creation breaking and ebbing away from reasonable thought. Thought coming through the layers of our most pure and honest souls. Souls that are lost and begging to be found. Found in the darkness and in the light lost. Lost minds submerged in a wave of unfamiliarity. Unfamiliarity in a moment but familiar in the next. Next to us yet whispering from some far away place. Place the absorbs the misunderstood looks and quickly judging eyes. Eyes that open with the light and in the mirror reflect. Reflect who you are and who you are not and who you are becoming. Becoming the self that is deep inside those large and dark blue veins. Veins that threaten to be sliced open and release your inner pain. Pain that sits behind your tear stained eyes and within your constricted heart. Heart that wishes for something to hold and show us the road home. Home where you can step back from the edge and within it madness make.