jamelah
the fighter returns
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… “
~Jack Kerouac, On The Road
It’s not always pretty, that Kerouacian madness, but it’s always beautiful. A lot of life gets passed by while you hesitate, fretting about skinning your knuckles. The thing about a bloody knuckle is that it hurts even after the bleeding has stopped, and the scar remains long after the knuckle is fully healed. And the thing about scars? Scars make good stories.
Here is a thing Kerouac understood: a good story is worth any number of skinned knuckles.
Editorial note: Jamelah is testing her knuckles in the art world; she is showing this and five other photographs at the Fire Gallery in Kalamazoo, MI. For those of us unable to get to Kalamazoo, the other photos can be seen here.
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