gotta gotta be down, because i want it all.

Lately, there have been two prominent topics recurring, time and time again, within my thoughts. These are:
1. Writing
2. Travel
While this month off from school will give me plenty of time to do some writing and gather inspiration, I won't be able to travel until spring or summer. I am trying to get a job (literally, I will work anywhere) so that I can pay for myself to go somewhere, anywhere by myself. I have a long list of places I'd like to get away to (who doesn't) but it's at the point where I don't even know where to begin. If I can make enough money, I'd love to be able to spend a month or two wandering around Europe, but then again there are many other places which greatly appeal to me as well. For instance: Iceland, Egypt, Nigeria, Brazil, Bolivia, Peru...the list goes on. But somehow I think I will end up back in England or perhaps even more likely, France. I got to spend two weeks in Nice/Cannes/Frejus in Southern France a few summers ago, but I never made it to Paris and God, how I want to go to Paris! It's the city of the writer practically, Burroughs, Kerouac, Fitzgerald all fell in love with it. The more I think about it, the more I feel the inherent obligation to go.

I've been listening to You May Already Be Dreaming by Neva Dinova this week...really good album, lyrically & musically.

I left my Ginsberg Collected Poems in the apartment in White Plains :( Don't worry, baby, I'll be back after Christmas.

An Eastern Ballad by Allen Ginsberg

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.