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Where have you gone without me?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 13:00:00 -0400

Where have you gone without me?

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Fri, 06 Apr 2012 13:12:24 -0400

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Thu, 02 Feb 2012 00:18:35 -0500

thoughts this morning (every morning really)

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 15:45:17 -0500

thoughts this morning (every morning really):

i don’t like and can’t function in this american life. i don’t want to buy what they’re selling and that seems to be all thats happening here, buying and selling. i’ve tried, i’m no young kid, i’ve gone to college, had real jobs, bank accounts, credit cards, even owned a house, but none of that is for me. i’ve been struggling all my life with the pressure applied by society to live the go to church, go to college, get a job, acquire debt, start a family life and i am tired of it hearing it and tired of feeling guilty for not doing it. i don’t want a shit job, even a good job. i don’t want children. i don’t believe in god or country. i don’t want to own much of anything, maybe a truck, some books and a piece of land near the mountains where i can live quietly. i want the work i do to be for me and not a corporation. i’ve worked hard in this system for years and it’s a trap, it doesn’t always feel like a trap because you can self medicate with products and entertainment and it works for a while and everyone you know is so proud of you and your “success”, but it never fills you up, only leaves you needing more product and a greater spectacle to push down the dissatisfaction until it’s so far down that you hardly hear it calling out to you, but sometimes, when you allow yourself some quiet you can hear it. you can hear it when you look up from your phone and catch the colors of the sun shooting up into the sky. you can hear it in the wind, in the rain, in the trees and you can hear it in your own voice if you listen. what do you do when you hear it? i don’t know, not everyone can run off to a mountain. i guess a good thing to do is treat it like a friend and listen, what it wants you to do may be the best thing you’ve done in a long time.

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Wed, 30 Nov 2011 18:15:00 -0500

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Man is not a town where things live, but a worry & a weeping of unused wings. -Kenneth Patchen

Thu, 10 Nov 2011 00:57:41 -0500

Man is not a town where things live, but a worry & a weeping of unused wings.

-Kenneth Patchen

Carl G. Jung or Lapis Philosophorum

Thu, 11 Aug 2011 13:19:12 -0400

Carl G. Jung or Lapis Philosophorum

Fog The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon it’s silent...

Tue, 09 Aug 2011 03:48:00 -0400

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on it’s silent haunches
and then moves on.

-Carl Sandburg

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Wed, 03 Aug 2011 12:16:51 -0400

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Mon, 11 Jul 2011 11:29:00 -0400

Moondog- Single Foot

Sun, 26 Jun 2011 06:05:17 -0400

Moondog- Single Foot

Isle of the Immortals- Suzuki Kiitsu

Sun, 26 Jun 2011 04:33:00 -0400

Isle of the Immortals- Suzuki Kiitsu

William Basinski- Variations: A Movement in Chrome Primitive,...

Sun, 19 Jun 2011 00:53:00 -0400

William Basinski- Variations: A Movement in Chrome Primitive, Part 4

Winter Encounter Who does not hope for a perdurable heartor hone the cold edge of his spirit?With...

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 05:08:49 -0400

Winter Encounter

Who does not hope for a perdurable heart
or hone the cold edge of his spirit?
With eyes barely opened, we see the world’s hatred,
tottering into the world, we fall on our faces,
hoping for love, we find the world slack in its loving,
touching with tentative hands, we wince under our wounds:
knowing these things, who would not look to his weaponry,
temper himself for survival,
or live like a knife blade, returning one wound for another?
The finicky brazen it out with a show of bravado,
those with the tenderest skins reach for their scabbards,
while those who would settle for love,
midway in a kiss, with an arrogant
take-it-or-leave-it, pass the luckless and credulous
by, without once looking back.
So wags the world: up hill and down dale
they set up their tables and peddled their masquerades,
the pitchman was there with a different mask for each comer-
a crepuscular mask, or the face of a tiger, the masks
of austerity, piety, family pedigree-
till the full moon moved out of its quarter
and pitch-black in the darkness, we all looked the same.

-Pablo Neruda

“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience- any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori,...

Tue, 07 Jun 2011 12:06:24 -0400

“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience- any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no solution. Just conflict. Only thing that can resolve conflict is love, like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner, and Calico. Pure love. What I feel for my cats past and present. Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is. LOVE.”

-William S. Burroughs

Vitorio Sella, Moraine Lake on the Baltoro Glacier above...

Mon, 06 Jun 2011 11:06:00 -0400

Vitorio Sella, Moraine Lake on the Baltoro Glacier above Urdukas, 1909

Biosphere- Sphere of No-Form

Mon, 06 Jun 2011 10:53:39 -0400

Biosphere- Sphere of No-Form

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Fri, 03 Jun 2011 13:06:04 -0400

Allen Ginsberg- Transcription of Organ Music

Fri, 03 Jun 2011 12:45:20 -0400

Allen Ginsberg- Transcription of Organ Music

You came down from the mountains You came down from the mountainsred steps of the great templesyou...

Fri, 03 Jun 2011 12:32:55 -0400

You came down from the mountains

You came down from the mountains
red steps of the great temples
you travelled the world
with the haughty silhouette
of a Prometheus
chained standing
you went toward the island
hemmed with Brussels lace
and with clashing ermines
of flowing luxury.
The girl of Irish velvet
and of elsewhere
lying on skins of lions
tigers and boredom
killed by her father
listened on the woods of the islands
for the step of the one
who would make her life resonate
and would rig up the full sails
of the adventurers in gold and steel.
Once in a while the sea-green wind
bent the rushes
in the dark places.

-Marcelle Ferry