#23 -The "I Can't Wait Word Jam" March 8-16, 08

[stilltrucking]

bloody meyers rum
so good
too good
like opium

me I am drinking vodka straight
and soak ing my crotch in alcohol

[Doreen Peri]

?
mnaz at the top of what page, at this point in time and space I do not see mnaz on this thread at all?

the banner.... is a photo by Mark Nazarenus .... mnaz

[stilltrucking]

okay
good
gracias amiga

now it as to the J & D jaming
yeah
I rambled all through your guys jam
thinking about the actor that so youngly
died recentyl
one of his early pictures
a knights tail
saw it three times when I was the projectionst in a drive in movie

Lovely movie
"better a girl with a flower than a boy with a stick"

oh well
yes the picture of the banner
too focused on the open text box
like being in a white out on interstate 90 some where between Buffalo and Erie

a lot of thirsty people chasing around that desert trying to find god.

wheich reminds me of this video for some reason

I don't trust in nothing anymore

I wish I was just playing in the band

Beautiful picture
makes me think with my eyes
God's Song

in the wind
the sound of the shifting sands

"he chases round this desert because he thinks that is where I will be.
God's Song

[mnaz]

god in desert wind,
god meets you in the desert,
intensity of silence, the nexus,
a gentle murmur upon elijah's ear...
jesus found jesus in forty hard days in the glow.
i might find me,
on shifting dune profiles, a work in progress,
silence is key... a hard quietude, roar of breathing,
the nexus, the portal... soundless immensity,
no plane, insect, or air, no stirring...
to disturb the neat sand seems unthinkable,
yet I climb the ridge, no choice really,
sand avalanche, cataclysmic motion,
and a sound like a whine of an old warplane,
yet no plane, the sand protests my disruption...
must be a 'singing dune'..
a lament on silence lost,
or gratitude expressed.

[stilltrucking]

even so
I am a coward
My eyes scan the horizon for a road

[stilltrucking]

So many gods wandering that desert,
I don't have much to go on when it comes to solitude, except for the road, no road in that picture if I was standing there in your shoes, I wouold have been scared. I do not know life with out a road, always in the two fold continuium of my field of visual sensation there has always been a road, powerlines. the handi work of man in some way.
Only on that trawler ten miles off the coast of washington state do I have memory, and image of the world without a higway splitting throgh it.



West Texas courtesy jimboloco.

Sorry mnaz, that desert god we most oftern associate with the desert, I want no truck with him no more
unless he wants to bring his old lady along.
I scan the mountains on the far horizon for the abomination
Elijah met Lilith they say
She spoke her secrete name



Image Source

Shit I wish I was not such an ignoratnt child
Just trying to pass notes with you about consciousness
When Whittgenstein says blue
what color do you see
what do I see


there used to be goddesses too
before Mary got pregnant
by immaculate conception

now the museums are full of the dead gods and goddesses of conquered people.

According to jung Jesus was the answer to Job,
Jesus explains everything
he puts the feminine voice of god into the bloody patriarchical god of the hebrew children

so says Jung

words on words
when evry word was a poem
and every picture paints a single word


jam
jam
am i pontificating or jaming
listen to the fm radio
schubert
I think he is almost finished


cluck cluck
phuck a duck
I got nothing new to say
same old same old
I wish I could follow your notes someday mark
I would have to win the lotto to do it
I geuss I jealous
or envy
for your vagabond lonesome traveller spirit
consciousness yes
examining it for signs of a pissing contest

I don't think so
in Freind ship
jt

[stilltrucking]

in a million miles
I don't think I have ever been more than ten feet from a road

awesome picture.
trying to imagine which way the shadows are flowing

the desert at night was always my best time
a windshield full of stars.
I felt like I was gaining on them
As if I was going to drive into the midst of them.
then I realized I realized that was were I was already
in the midst of a cosmic desert of stars.


more stars then there are grains of sand in the desert a kid told me once.

[stilltrucking]

night light

The first time she spoke to me she asked me about the light outside my back door.
I had unscrewed it because it shined into my bedroom
SHe asked me to turn it back on
So I did.

she was a pretty woman in her fifties
she always took two parking spaces in the parking lot
paranoid her car was going to be scratched.

behind her apparent a row of beautiful bushes
one day they were all gone
just a row of about 14 or 15 stumps were left.
she felt something was lurking behind the bushes.

I wondered what bad thing had happened to her
ot instill so much fear of the darkness

I suppose it does not take much imagination.


Such a beautiful woman
She moved away
but I still keep a night light
on for her.

that is the worst thing about traumatic experience
it can leave you with a death grip on the steering wheel
waiting
waiting
for it to happen again.

I used to love the night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAZtHd38rIQ
Now I am losing my night vision fast
but I still got plenty left to lose

[stilltrucking]

another day
grows tired
the twilight
calls
but night won't come
we are much too safe
from the darkness

it never gets dark here
at the senior citizens housing complex
we are watched over by mercury vapor lamps.
My neighbor had one installed right out side her door
so we dwell under the perpetual ghostly lights
blue electric nights

I miss the dark

damn dam dam
I could not ryhme an orange with a dime
but I try

[WIREMAN]

an orange and
a dime met
on the highway
primed while
a vulture laid
splattered upon
the intersection
of routes 80 & 355

[WIREMAN]

that laid might
not be write
it's the won
i want
just like this dune pic
makes my wired mind
wander.......black asphalt
vulture laying there
ready to become a wild
head dress or one of carole
jean's will you eat anything
chili's.....but that's a totally
different story

[Arcadia]

nights here are yelow
not neon-blue
which color is nearest to darkness?
so subjective...!
I like the dim yellow lights in the streets
& the palm trees
& plátanos´s shadows in the veredas
& the fifteen seconds-light in the corridors
other kind of green fields are waiting for me tomorrow-morning
nice to wave to you
good night!

[stilltrucking]

say it with music
so sad to think we had to wait so long
it keeps on getting better everyday
good people
ain't no body here
drinking the the wine and loving it slow

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ain't no body here but us chickens
AWE Sum picture
strikes a fear of the emptiness
the truckers nightmare
the end of the road

westcoast wrote a homage to mnaz
hate to see it get lost in my chit chat

nice to wave at you
dim yellow
sounds mellow

[Arcadia]

nothing is lost s-trucking!

melow blues
vitus & beer
nice lullaby

[mnaz]

(for mnaz)


Jesus Chat Line

Hello Jesus! God! I mean, wow!! I can’t believe I’m
I mean of course I believe, I’m a believer but like…

Caller, do you have a question for Jesus?

Oh. Yeah. Jesus… were you into disco?

Disco?

Yeah, did you ever get funky?

You mean, did I as Lord ever get down?

Geez, it never occured to me to try to get down
from the cross ya know..

Ouch. Double ouch..