Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the road. the road. the road. i lost my strength miles ago. to write. i mean i lost my strength to fucking write. captains of flesh vessels home and abroad think that i am on or in to some thing so free and i hat to but am fucking forced to agree. now where next? so many shes call and write and wish for me to have some time for them and then even behind the hers is a couple of hes and they too call me come to where i am and i have a room and i know where the work is.....

where to next

juxtaposed against

what the fuck!

hey I'm just sayin'

standing at the dead end street I looked for a direction

home.

good luck

the indecision of youth

culminates in

the indecision of the aged

but ahhhhhh the getting there

how sweet the race even if sometimes it goes

sour.

good luck

It's lonely out there,
no home,
no where,
no mad,
no men clature,
no me alaska.
no me chomp ski
no lo contendre
no non sense
no manis an eye land
no stopping my mind from traveling where ever I'm stuck paying the usual dues....

Ronnie, your picture, avatar, whatever, always speaks to me. It's dual, it's twinlike, it's compelling/stoic, it makes me want to win a million dollars so I could give you half of it.
H

thanks to you Theda.....
Kari took that picture. A frozen fuckin moment.
I read Theda...I do.....
Thank you for that.

I lost my strenth to truck
maybe to fuck
i can never lose the road
never lose strength to write

a guy in his fifties ronnie
here on S8
Kerouac will aLWAYS
BE 30 TO HIM
cap lock error
dharma bumming not a path for faint hearted
i was still at my peak physical co
g4 mac keyboard i cant find the back space key
try again

i haven't lost my strength to write yet
but i am not very ambitous
if your ever down in sanato
let me know
we can go to alamo mission and pray

you would love the cops here

hester
nice no me

well, with no subject, in the words of the immortal bard elmer fudd paraphrasing the beatles, why don't we do it in da wode.

"the problem with doing nothing is you never know when you are finished"


Spinoza meets Mortimer Snerd

tarbaby....great line "dharma bumming is not for the faint hearted"
so very true. Although when this crazy ride started 10 years ago I was so green, so scared, so worried about falling without a safety net. I remember the days and nights when I was truly alone, truly beat, no one to care that I was sleeping under boardwalks, in porta johns, literally in the gutter on the sides of dirty roads and when I look back now at all the low points I realize how required they are for anyone who wants to know what they truly are made of. I can say without any hint of untruth, that I would not take any one of the bad times away. Without all the suffering and shit storms I went through, none of the good would have been really felt. I am so disgusted sometimes when I hear people bitch and moan and whine about material posessions or about such mundane, tiny happenings in their lives.....I wish everyone could know the waves of the road, I wish everyone had the balls to turn and paddle and commit to the ride, for better or worse.

the waves of the road

sailors on a concrete sea
I thought I would die when I lost the road
The road was everything
Freedom is moving.


My own fault
I let old age creep up on me
from my lack of discipline

Gary Snyder that bad old man
He is my hero...
He is older than me in years
but so much younger in life.

Maybe one day I will come to my senses
and head on out that door again.

e-dog had a great line

d. never
mourn for your
self.

http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=11289

it brought this thread to mind.
I did a lot of mourning for the road.
mourning can be healing
but mine was melancholic
I almost drowned in self pity.

Sorry about the tinkerjack username
Sometimes I have what I think is a pretty good reason to do that. Other TImes I forget that I am logged in as a different sock puppet.

I probably should have just edited the post above instead of kicking this one back up again.

I lost track of you
where you headed now
or still in oregon.

eh

don't we do it in da wode

are you sure it was fudd? I though it was elmer pudd