Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Sweet kiss of summer.
Through my window, gentle motion,
honeysuckle kiss and enough time.

Time to write in the twenty-third person.
Did Pynchon have time to read his last novel?
Time is a river, no, ocean of unfinished brilliance.
No, time is rise and fall, the comic resurrection.
No, time is whiskey, the water of life, the cycle.
Ah, Finnegans wake at the Dubliner each Friday.
Rise and roll back down to the ocean, symbolic.
Did Joyce have time to read his last novel?

Music ended in 1984, or 1884.
It used to put you back in your seat,
like that guy with a flying tie in front of a speaker.
It all went digital and never sounded the same.
All kinds of things went underground then,
back into some universal cycle.

It went digital and never sounded the same.
All kinds of things went underground then,
into some universal cycle they say.

a.b.a.a.a.b.
b.b.a.a.b.b.
b.a.a.a.b.a.
a.b.b.a.

((a.b.b.a!?!? b.a.a.!))

Just goofin'. Lurching this way and that. Supremely undisciplined. Started to write about something, and then just went all over the map-- sometimes I get a contact high off all the "literary" content over on the ol' LK.

And I always wanted to get a shot at Pynchon into one of my scribblings-- I mean, if you can't get to some sort of point by page 874, well then... His main claim to fame is that "graduate students like to analyze his voluminous writing endlessly." Ha. And Joyce too, though I imagine Joyce's writing must be more "down to earth" in some ways. Haven't gone there yet, however.

Anyway, dum dee dum dee dum... goofin'. Thanks Cec.

when does goofin' become streamin'..?

i enjoyed you dropping a couple of literary names here. adds a sense of importance to the piece even tho...

take care...

Not a big fan of the "action poetry" format over there (gee Nazz, who knew? ha), but one thing I do admire about LK is the scope and range of its literary coverage-- everything from hip-hop to Homer. They once analyzed TS Eliot's sprawling "Prufrock" poem for days in one thread. Yeah, always give credit where credit is due. Even you, Pynchon. Way to stretch a 300-page novel into a 1000 pages!...