Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yeah, man, I like de jamming, too... Brings to mind an old Bartlett quote from Otto Whittaker:

" You can look at me and see Ben Franklin walking down the streets of Philadelphia with his breadloaf under his arm. You can see Betsy Ross with her needle. You can see the lights of Christmas, and hear the strains of “Auld Lang Syne” as the calendar turns."

Yeah, man, we got a "soul brother" in the White House, who gives me hope, along with a fine Veep and Secretary of State. Our country is movin' right along toward greatness again... Much of this last decade was a struggle for many that I know...Glad this last year was a breath of fresh air going across the the world.

the key man
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sink or swim
a time for reinventing
many here in a wait
and see......o say can't you?
francis scott, i'm on
his trail
more an explorer
than a lawyer
bring back philosophy
madame blavatsky
and why not read
nanao sakaki?
jammin'
jam on!!!!!!!

Miss Norman
Snapshots of the year 2004
I been reading it backwards
My prediction is that 2004
will be the year zero of
the post human future.

i'll take a shotsky with madamme blavatsky
indeed last days of an era
th new millenium's just begun
we turned the corner on the run
we see the future when we see the past
an i ain't talkin bout heaven
or the pearly gates
tho i know something we all should know
those shamans went up to heaven a long time ago
and homo habilis with his cane standing up the first time
liked the cane so much he took it with him all the while
and when that contentious tribe on prime land with their militia and all
woke up to buddha's love and then someone dropped the ball
an th ball started rolllin right on up an outa time
and waits now every new year's eve to drop down all that slime
a brand new baby year oh boy oh girl!
guess what a little clue about when as well as where
cause there's only one thang funnier than a jew for jesus of this you can be sure
an that's a jew for buddha mercy me truth is stranger after all it's true an more
but i know something that you do knot and it's gordian and it's pure
there's something more funny than a jew for buddha
and it's why i am here for you
for a ham is a ham is was an always shall be a ham forever an ever more
cause what's funnier than a jew for buddha is a buddhist for muhammed of this i am very sure

as the camel rides away into the savoury arabian night
her poets are in excasty with lyrics to delight.

so why are jews smarter than gentiles?
they had a 2,000 year head start!

why do christians think they are smarter than muslims?

cause they think they are smarter than jews!

what is the eternal truth?
there are no three legged chickens in heaven!

ps: cogito ergo sum

Drinking mate with Cassandra, Marx, Allen, Wilber, Kabir and a misterious lady
(hard working sky through the window)
Mate: best drink when you have a lot of things to do, nothing to do, a bathroom near and certain tolerance towards caffeine

Cassandra comes & "untangles"
Karl leaves his marx
Woody is Woody, clarinet & Allen
Wilber was my hot neighbor's father
Kabir's poetry, great & (still) mystifying
...as the mysterious lady...

we're as busy as the women's room (propers to M. French) on 5c beer night!

Clinking glasses all around
Conversation whirlwind dervishes
Candle flickering it's magic wind

And you and I and them
Sinking in the grip of the night
Another shot
Another poem
Another poet
Drowning in the street

Stories all of then
Now is drunk and sailing
The future is stoned in the bosom of Morpheus
Dying in it's numbness
Hallucinations of ribald tortures

Puking the night into mourning
The sun rises over the agave
Lizards grey - green and stinking
Bedsheets sweet with sex

And now death
Breath deep in morning dew
Sit

Hi, Jack, etc. Let this next year bring more friends near.
Let the snow fall, let the rain come, let the sunshine in...
The sun shine in...let the warmth sink into a cold shoulder &
find you leaning against a fir tree with a smile on your face...
Let tears vanish without a trace, what tears there be...
Let the mandala turn cool karma across your soul...

The dripping ice banner (photo by Mike Pingleton, aka "mb"), is one of the most beautiful banners we have in our collection. I'm going to leave it up for a couple of days.

Thank you, Mike!~

the fingertips rest on the keys
the calendar curls from its corners
the year like an old woman failing
the surrender, the sweet armistice

she wanted to stay longer
but heaved a sigh and relaxed
into her new apartments
scrap-books, stories fondly told

scrapbooks, looks
gone, all gone
like neal cassady's ashes

artguy hears wind
ghosts of dead poets

clay, one more scorched page
thaws on the counter
flies hold an impromptu referendum

icicle banner
monkey boy
waits for turtles

steve offers hope
a warm blessing
on a mantlepiece

morning meditation
headlong into a mantra
reality spins

spin cycle for
the living
time marches
tick-tock
wonders amaze
hope they never
cease...........jam!!!!

high spin
soft blow
air dried
mind flaps like yesterday's leaf
waiting for a fast wind
and other realities