Dead Meat

Post by **tinkerjack** » August 5th, 2008, 8:41 pm

the meat
what about my meat
when it is dead meat

why should that concern me.
Why do I hate messy suicides so much
They seem so inconsiderate
But how clear can someong be thinking by the time they tuck a shot gun up under their Chin.

William Gibson Poem about The Mechanism
put it here

Lew Welch Poem
Turkey Buzzard here also

Post by **silent woman** » September 1st, 2008, 5:50 am

The downward path to wisdom

it is not the dying
it is all the crap i got behind my eyeballs
every movie
every song
every advertisin jingle
ever speach I heard by George Bush

am i ever going to clear that out of my subconsciousness
if my life passes before my eyes when i lay dying

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRH7FtAAbJE

In A DARK TIME THE EYE BEGINS TO SEE

a housand years ago
what would I have seen and heard in my life time
the sky, church masses
paintings and statues
my consciousness is trashed
I woke up listening to the lyrics from a song in a movie I saw fifty years ago.

When will I forget all this crap

I am so busy dying

I can't look at the sky with out regret.

ths sunshine the grass and trees

I am going to miss you I think

But I won't miss the thinking
I think.

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 1st, 2008, 6:48 am

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 1st, 2008, 6:49 am

It was robert mitchum night at the bedtime drive in dream theatre last night

Night of The Hunter Tribute

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Post by **constantine** » September 1st, 2008, 8:47 am

the film is one of my favorites. laughton was a man of great sensitivity. his quasimodo always moves me to tears and i've seen it i don't know how many times. i saw him play a teacher during the german occupation and that one killed me too. but night of the hunter is his masterpiece i remember almost every scene - a timeless film.

Post by **constantine** » September 1st, 2008, 8:55 am

you have depressed me this morning, jack. you have brought me to the core of the matter - the little shadow that grows larger day by day.

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 1st, 2008, 10:20 am

Sorry Constantine

Roethke

In a Dark Time

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

http://gawow.com/roethke/poems/231.html

Post by **constantine** » September 1st, 2008, 10:42 am

no need to apologize. i wake up depressed every morning. but at least i wake up. i'm going to be sorry when i don't.

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 1st, 2008, 11:08 am

Everyday seems more beautiful than the last.

And that last good morning sunrise will be the brightest I've ever seen

Midnight Moonlight

I am looking at number 68 this year Dino
I was stll peaking in my fifties
like my brain is saying good bye to my ass.

My class A drivers license expires in 2010 when I turn 70
I would love to renew it if I can
But I don't think I will like this
I have a lot more empathy for Kerouac these days
knowing he was a virtual suicide
May I have another jelly donut please
and another pack of Dorals.

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 1st, 2008, 11:29 am

But most of all I just don't want no more bullshit stored up behind my eyes
no more CSI no more slasher movies

I am in my hermit stage
but I can not afford the rent on a cave in the Himalayas
I want to be a monk
I want to spend the rest of my days
listening to Buddhist and Greggorian chants

I am entering my second childhood
as I suckle at mother chaos' breast

You would have loved to meet crazy mike I am sure
he scared the beejeezus out of everyone in my family
except for uncle morris and uncle abe
they had been on luzon during world war two
nothing scared them anymore

Kind of like wireman I think

Post by **constantine** » September 1st, 2008, 11:42 am

have you ever seen mizoguchi's film ugetsu? if not, do so. i put it up there with la strada. they were made at the same time. the fifties were a great time for cinema.

Post by **tinkerjack** » September 1st, 2008, 4:42 pm

I suppose what I am asking myself is what have I experienced, what is my real life lived experience. How much of what I think happened has been colored by Hollywood? Dumb question I guess, I don't know anymore what happened, did I dream something or did it happen? Have you ever met anyone who seems to have incorporated the events in a movie into their life lived experience? As if it happened to them?

Not that Movies do not count as lived experience but the lines get blurred in memory.

Same as Greek tragedy or Shakespeare's plays.

A time when what people saw was what was actually before them. But I suppose show bizness goes way back, to the first shamans and priests.

I am sitting here in my dotage asking what the hell happened to me?

"As for the rest of life, the so-called “experiences” –who of us even has enough seriousness for them? Or enough time? "

On the Genealogy of Morals

What strange animals we are. Well I got to go see a monkey about a script for Hamlet. Talk at you later.

I checked out the movie, I have never seen it but the story is very interesting. It reminds me of an I.B. Singer short story called A Crown of Feathers. Not so much the plot but the way reality is warped. I have felt like a ghost since I was a child.

Post by **the mingo** » September 3rd, 2008, 10:24 am

Yeah, my house is crooked too - old place, settling, but it settled crooked, they all do, even mansions. We all end up wandering from wall to wall in crooked houses. Wandering wandering, pretending to clear speech. Even our sleep is slanted, the habitation of off beam dreams. The coyotes have it down for fun on dark nights, let the dogs see you, get them barking, then, sit there with your rank & wild odor driving the dogs nuts, your tongue dangling out your mouth, laughing.

O Lord, O Lord,
its me & you
carpet bombing
the mighty blues!

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 4th, 2008, 1:52 pm

the weather broke finally
been week after week of tropical heat and humidity
today the sky is clear and there is a breeze to lift my spirits

Coyotes coming back to NY State
I read something about cougars migrating eastward from the Colorado mountains to the suburbs of Chicago

everything on the move
it seems
a time of change

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