this & that—then & now

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1972
near DuPont Circle in D.C.
In a purple haze
I watched the sky burning
and said to my friends who were with me at the time
"this is it!"
nobody understood what I meant

Tonight while watching the Life of The Buddha on PBS I remembered that day so long ago.
if this then that
if not this then not that

I’ll chase my shadow
Till I remember
The Believer

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Dignity

[silent woman]

"Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself." - George Santayana

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"1950 the end of the Holocene Epoch"

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I wear a tie.

I am going to go down rocking with my dignity intact.

[silent woman]

Cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride.
Tryin' to catch this devil herd... a - cross these endless
Skies.

Yipie i oh Yipie i ay
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.

when I was a little jacksters and women owned my ass
I used to sing that to my mother, trying to make my little boy voice sound like Vaughn Monroe, spread my lips wide by the arms of my glasses, like singing into a harmonica— she smiled.

[Steve Plonk]

"Look up in the sky turning red, white, & blue, now, somebody's house is burning down...down" From a Jimi Hendrix song.
Yes, my friend, I think I know what you meant. These things happen. We are all haunted by certain situations.
Memory is a strange thing. Total recall comes at odd moments.

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haunted? Maybe so, but I am no Kerouac, just a scribbler, but I hang on to her smile, and I never wake from a dream of her without feeling like a fortunate son.

i have heard The Child is father of the Man

thanks for reading, wish you the best of the season

[Steve Plonk]

Seasons Greetings to you, too, Still Trucking. We're back here in Tennessee alive & kicking cans down the road.
I think I'm almost grown now. (; Autumn is gone & the Winter solstice is here. Shine on old solstice moon.

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Now and then I get homesick for Tennessee, I landed there after a year of hitching back and forth between my friends up and down the east coast. I always wanted to write a romantic novel about that year on the road. When I was running from my conscience. I had three scarlet letters on my mind, Hester Pryne and Hawthorne got nothing on me, I had three scarlet letters on my sweater. acid adultery and abortion.
homeless for a while till I got my first paycheck from ManPower™, I moved out of the gospel union mission down on lower Broadway, that is just up the street from Tootsie's
Then I lived right on Music row for a while, then moved to a little town just out side the Nashville , more guitar pickers per square foot out side Austin.

I been listening to a lot of "americana"
heard one about a Tennessee pocket knife by Michael Renfro Harrell

[silent woman]

sitting talking about this and that with my baby sister and we started trying to think of government agency's spelled with an A, T, and F.
like the bureau Adultery, Taxes and Football

She liked this Joyce Behar line.
"the next man that wants to see me naked is going to have to put me in his will."
Think I might have a new tag line for Diana Moon Glampers

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good can exist without evil
evil cannot exist without good

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[creativesoul]

I was never sure that what I perceived as evil
Was my judgement of the situation
I tried to love people and make them nice
Good was easy
I knew what that felt like- chasing it
Wanting it

[one of those jerks]

Σ

there was a time during world war two —
( which was really The Great War, part 2)
a time when I thought all the evil in the world was in Germany.
We were the good guys living in the land of the evil free.


don't mind me baby sister, every couple of weeks I get stoned and scribble

normaly I am a hell of nice guy but all my friends know what a jerk I am when I am stoned

this is just another dot, don't mean much unless I can string them together in a necklace for my baby sister, because she is the reason I write, for her and her family
sometimes i feel like Maurice C

Baby Sister
circa 19 fifties

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It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in any public place

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