and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old
Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.
A Silent vow
He had been hunting for her since the moment she was taken from him.
His mate.
He barely remembered his own name. And only recalled it because
his three companions spoke it while they searched for her across violent
and dark seas, through ancient and slumbering forests, over storm-swept
mountains already buried in snow.
He stopped long enough to feed his body and allow his companions a
few hours of sleep. Were it not for them, he would have flown off, soared
far and wide.
But he would need the strength of their blades and magic, would need
their cunning and wisdom before this was through.
Before he faced the dark queen who had torn into his innermost self,
stealing his mate long before she had been locked in an iron coffin. And
after he was done with her, after that, then he’d take on the cold-blooded
gods themselves, hell-bent on destroying what might remain of his mate.
So he stayed with his companions, even as the days passed. Then the
weeks.
Then months.
Still he searched. Still he hunted for her on every dusty and forgotten
road.
And sometimes, he spoke along the bond between them, sending his
soul on the wind to wherever she was held captive, entombed.
I will find you.
Woodstock
Jimi Hendrix benzersiz tarzıyla dinleyicilerin çoğu için tanıdık olan bir hikâyeyi anlatıyordu. Jack Kerouac'ın romanı "On The Road"da, olayın birinci şahıs anlatıcısı Sal Paradise, Amerikan bayrağını ters çeker; ancak bu, gizlice yapılmış gözüpek bir bireysel girişimdir. Jimi Hendrix'in bayrak çekişi ise bireysel isyan alanının dışına taşarak taşkın bir kitle karşısında canlı olarak gerçekleştirildi, belgesel film ve kitap kapağıyla dünya çapında yayıldı.
how completely and how unbelievably dumb, the moment it comes time to act, this paralysis, scared, hysterical, nothing frightens em more than what they want
Not My Fault
‘It’s not my fault! it’s not my fault!’ I told him. ‘Nothing in this lousy world is my fault, don’t you see that? I don’t want it to be and it can’t be and it won’t be.’