Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I wanna live in a small town, yeah a hick town. I want the cold pure sun to come up over some mountain. Enough of this spray-painted derby. I spent so much time on this grid that my eyes are stenciled. And you can't climb up the damn thing, it gets too steep. I want a meadow, maybe crickets, maybe a flag flapping somewhere like soft noise. Maybe some cattle and dust devils on the road from town. Maybe a pancake house, tack shack on the tracks and bacon and eggs. I want some peace for a change. Damn it's been a while.

Well technically anywhere the road may go is on the grid, but that will be our little secret. I believe I can leave, and shut off the engine. But I noticed the wires seem to follow. In fact a glowing screen followed me when I first ran off to the strange ranges. Imagine pulling up to the great divide only to find it backlit by some lurching broadcast.

If I had time on my hands I might need lurching shadows on strange ranges too. I don't have anything against them, since they drove me there to begin with. The farther out I go the further it looks in. Cowboy poetry and rocks are intensely solo. The road always seems to end there, beneath the peak in a pile of rocks. Only a few odd prospectors and hands know the place, and if they don't then the animals know. Poetry only sniffs at it, or perhaps a soft ferocity of mountain rain. I wanna live there. I can picture it.

I can relate to the message here as I understand it.....i haven't been to a mall in 10 years...too much phony stimulation...carnival barkers leaping out from kiosks to sell you something.....i hear ya brother..

Nazz, here's to safe passage home. What a kick!

One day I heard some people accusing each other of living in "hick towns", and I thought, "what's the point of that? It couldn't be that different, could it?" But when I had to get away, it needed to be different, you know, out there. Yes, the country folk must have thrown off the yolk of glow-screen cable noise and spoke only fluent Earth. Yes, that's how I pictured it, barreling down the road. Imagine that.

youre a fine writer. the message is just the extra cream. this made my day! fanazztic!

I want to live in a hick town too. Seattle is too big for an old crone like me.
Let's go Nazz!
Great read.
H