Blow, man, blow!

Out we jumped in the warm, mad night, hearing a wild tenorman bawling horn across the way, going “EE-YAH! EE-YAH! EE-YAH!” and hands clapping to the beat and folks yelling, “Go, go, go!” Dean was already racing across the street with his thumb in the air, yelling, “Blow, man, blow!”(…)The behatted tenorman was blowing at the peak of a wonderfully satisfactory free idea, a rising and falling riff that went from “EE-yah!” to crazier “EE-de-lee-yah!” and blasted along to the rolling crash of but-scared drums hammered by a big brutal Negro…

Jack Kerouac, On the Road.

Boom, kick, that drummer was kicking his drums down the cellar and rolling the beat upstairs with his murderous sticks, rattlety-boom! A big fat man was jumping on the platform, making it sag and creak. “Yoo!” The pianist was only pounding the keys with spread-eagled fingers, chords, at intervals when the great tenorman was drawing his breath for another blast-Chinese chords, shuddering the piano in every timber, chink, and wire, boing! The tenorman jumped down from the platform and stood in the crowd, blowing around; his hat was over his eyes; somebody pushed it back for him. He just hauled back and stamped his foot and blew down a hoarse, baughing blast, and drew breath, and raised the horn and blew high, wide, and screaming in the air.

Kerouac, On the Road.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Kerouac, On the Road.

Love goes beyond death

Fast-food cross

Returning home I took a picture of a cross hung on the front wall of the church. Nearby there was an Asian resto with chips...Slowly, they were closing their fast-food diner.

I noticed also a group of Asians packing inside a luxurious car, probably relatives from the fast-food diner. And also there was a girl passing by the resto. She didn't go for fish and chips, she went further on, into the night.

Internation Herald Tribune

International Herald Tribune published on Tuesday, February 29, 2008.

Primo soccorso

Van Rijk and Corten were listening to radio when suddenly their CB transmitter called in. They had to answer to a new dispatch, turned on the lights and hurried to bring help people in need.