Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yes, I am. (Too negative.)

Yes, the languages.
I wish I knew them all...

Yes I've seen that. It all seems to start with doodles, in my case, scribbled notes in spiral notebooks years ago when I was on the road.

There is no paradise,
no matter the plot, and I
thought there was a plot.
I thought Maui might be
paradise, but it wasn't.

I remember Maui
from many years ago,
but now it's gone.

In the seventies the Godfather films came out not as gay, but twisted with a sort of honor that no one would ever question. I asked Mom about those 1930s gangsters. I assumed she'd say they didn't exist in the seventies that seemed so modern. No such luck, people suck. They sucked for centuries at t...

My god, B****, Tr***?
Again? My god, these
two grifters are like 394
years old, seemingly corrupt.
Why the hell don't we want better?

Why do we worship these people?
Are they Jesus?

These fucking billionaires,
but enough about me, you decide.

Who the fuck is this guy?
He's a poem, everything
I ever asked for.

It's like poetry, literature ... show me, don't just tell me.

If you have to say it,
It defeats the purpose.

Yes. A range bum cowboy riding through the desert of space, or a gambler strangely alone at the table in a crowd of stars. Or something like that...

I've been (re)reading Craig's (revolutionrabbit's) book. Insightful look into the late-sixties southern California (psychedelic) scene. It revolves around a "jam session" house, life and love. One of the "regulars" worked at a record store and snagged a copy of Hendrix's Axis: Bold as Love to spin b...

The world is
silica and iron,
fickle moon in tow,
black space desert,
a range bum riding,
a gambler alone
among stars.

I've always felt we should "err on the side of caution" when it comes to this question, but this point-of-view has RARELY been popular in my lifetime. Just roll dice, keep expanding, maybe you'll get lucky. Sometimes I picture Earth as Dirty Harry: "Well punk, are you feeling lucky?"