There are all those good, practical reasons to go your own way, do it yourself, fly in the face of the system…but here are the only reasons that really matter; thank you Elia and Tennessee.
“A dying race call them what you will: romantics, eccentrics, rebels, Bohemians, freaks, harum-scarum, bob-tail, Punchinellos, odd-ducks, the out-of-steps, the queers, double-gated, lechers, secret livers, dreamers, left-handed pitchers, defrocked bishops . . . the artists, the near artists, the would-be artists, the wanderers, the would-be wanderers, the secret wanderers, the foggy-minded, the asleep on the job, the loafers, the out-and-out hobos, the down and out, the grifters and drifters, the winos and boozers, the old maids who don’t venture to the other side of their windows, the good for nothings, the unfenceables, the rebels inside, the rebels manifest.”
“God bless all con men and hustlers and pitchmen who hawk their hearts on the street, all two-time losers who’re likely to lose once more, the courtesan who made the mistake of love, the greatest of lovers crowned with the longest horns, the poet who wandered far from his heart’s green country and possibly will and possibly won’t be able to find his way back, look down with a smile tonight on the last cavaliers, the ones with the rusty armor and soiled white plumes, and visit with understanding and something that’s almost tender those fading legends that come and go in this plaza like songs not clearly remembered.”
–Tennessee Williams, Esmeralda’s Prayer
Call us what you will!
But remember the rebels and lovers and dreamers,
the seekers and searchers, soothsayers, believers,
who stumble and strive and fail and thrive
and fall and rise and catch fire inside,
who know the secret, without being told–
that it’s always the spinning, and never the gold.