Just a golden wash of goodness has spread over all and over all my body and mind — All the dark torture is a memory — I know now I can get out of there, we’ll drive back to the City, I’ll take Billie home, I’ll say goodbye to her properly, she wont commit no suicide or do anything wrong, she’ll forget me, her life’ll go on, Romana’s life will go on, old Dave will manage somehow, I’ll forgive them and explain everything (as I’m doing now) — And Cody, and George Baso, and ravened McLear and perfect starry Fagan, they’ll all pass through one way or the other — I’ll stay with Monsanto at his home a few days and he’ll smile and show me how to be happy awhile, we’ll drink dry wine instead of sweet and have quiet evenings in his home — Arthur Ma will come to quietly draw pictures at my side — Monsanto will say “That’s all there is to it, take it easy, everything’s okay, dont take things too serious, it’s bad enough as it is without you going the deep end over imaginary conceptions just like you always said yourself — I’ll get my ticket and say goodbye on a flower day and leave all San Francisco behind and go back home across autumn America and it’ll all be like it was in the beginning — Simple golden eternity blessing all — Nothing ever happened — Not even this — St Carolyn by the Sea will go on being golden one way or the other… The little boy will grow up and be a great man… There’ll be farewells and smiles — My mother’ll be waiting for me glad — The corner of the yard where Tyke is buried will be a new and fragrant shrine making my home more homelike somehow — On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars — Something good will come out of all things yet And it will be golden and eternal just like that — There’s no need to say another word. ~ Jack Kerouac, Big Sur
He will forever be my idol in all walks of life.
The Victorious Sandinistas Entering Managua 1979, ousting the american backed Somoza family dictatorship .
~ photograph by Marcelo Montecino
diagnosed with silence, the only cure was to listen.