It you can sleep in a truck rolling down a mountain road at seventy miles an hour you can sleep through anything.
The secrete is being beat.
elephants last night
I was back on the road with my elephants again
taking them home
to that elephant sanctuary in tennessee
but I had no sanctuary to go to
I was homeless
jitterbug was in the dream
he had a home too
Nothing as lonely as being homeless
I have become complacent again.
three am
real time
the best part of the day here
early morning
Dream time
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Dream time
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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I Wake to Distant thunder
Stonewall Jackson's artillery
booms across the valley
of my dreams of old virginia
Dead faces ghastly lit by lightning
War is so civil
Civil as civilization
No biz like the war biz
No war that does not turn a profit
three thirty AM
Rain
blessed
booms across the valley
of my dreams of old virginia
Dead faces ghastly lit by lightning
War is so civil
Civil as civilization
No biz like the war biz
No war that does not turn a profit
three thirty AM
Rain
blessed
The War Between the States - in the end it all came down to a cobwebbed corpse...the writer, Richard Brautigan, once remarked it was the last good time this country ever had...I never knew what he meant by that statement but it caught my ear that anyone would express such a remarkable notion. Six hundred thousand dead and the rest left to deal with all the wounds right up to our own day.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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silent woman
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I always liked his poem about the cat tracks on the toilete seat.
and that poem aboot
waking up not having to tell someone you love them.
Brautigan a poet, poets know how to use the bits and pieces.
I met him once. Well more like pasted him on the street down on lower broadway in baltimore in the fell's point neighborhood.
Man how tall was he?
Seemed seven foot tall to me.
But I was a lot shorter back then.
He gave me a beautific smile.
And I glared back at him.
I remember another bit from a poem of his too
about a friend who went to the mission for a sandwhich and all it had on it was a leaf of lettuce between two slices of bread. No maynoaise either.
I could be wrong about the mayonaise.
Not sure what he meant
Well, maybe he was being ironic.
I am a southener, I never knew that till I went to New England.
Hard to talk about the south with yankees with out either a yawn or a get fucking over it.
Come to think of it is hard to talk about Jews for the very same reasons.
To this very day counting the 4141 dead in Iraq the civil war was our most lethal war. More dead americans in that war then in all our other wars combined, including the 4141 dead in Operation Canadian Freedom.
Whoops, operation Canadian Freedom will be our next war. At least it should be.
A southern Jew. Watched a show about southern Jews. Charleston in the 18th century, a jewish family sitting down to passover dinner celebrating their freedom from slavery. And being served that dinner by their slaves.
How ironic is that.
Like a fucking peach, no?
I am out in the country today
I am looking at that big texas sky.
I remember the first time I saw it forty years ago
Blew this city hick's mind away.
All those stars in a sky stretched across the galaxy.
I guess my favorite brautigan book is The Abortion.
I loved that library he worked in.
and that poem aboot
waking up not having to tell someone you love them.
Brautigan a poet, poets know how to use the bits and pieces.
I met him once. Well more like pasted him on the street down on lower broadway in baltimore in the fell's point neighborhood.
Man how tall was he?
Seemed seven foot tall to me.
But I was a lot shorter back then.
He gave me a beautific smile.
And I glared back at him.
I remember another bit from a poem of his too
about a friend who went to the mission for a sandwhich and all it had on it was a leaf of lettuce between two slices of bread. No maynoaise either.
I could be wrong about the mayonaise.
Not sure what he meant
Well, maybe he was being ironic.
I am a southener, I never knew that till I went to New England.
Hard to talk about the south with yankees with out either a yawn or a get fucking over it.
Come to think of it is hard to talk about Jews for the very same reasons.
To this very day counting the 4141 dead in Iraq the civil war was our most lethal war. More dead americans in that war then in all our other wars combined, including the 4141 dead in Operation Canadian Freedom.
Whoops, operation Canadian Freedom will be our next war. At least it should be.
A southern Jew. Watched a show about southern Jews. Charleston in the 18th century, a jewish family sitting down to passover dinner celebrating their freedom from slavery. And being served that dinner by their slaves.
How ironic is that.
Like a fucking peach, no?
I am out in the country today
I am looking at that big texas sky.
I remember the first time I saw it forty years ago
Blew this city hick's mind away.
All those stars in a sky stretched across the galaxy.
I guess my favorite brautigan book is The Abortion.
I loved that library he worked in.
If you can't give me love and peace, Then give me bitter fame. — Akhmatova.
Free Rice
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yeah, I liked the cat track poem too plus about a million others. I latched on to him sometime in the early seventies, when i picked up a thin book of his because of the title. It was a book of his poems & the title was "Rommel Drives On, Deep Into Egypt"...the title alone slammed me, it was the best part of the whole book. I did read the poems though & was hooked. He was tall, taller than John Wayne. I liked "The Abortion" too along with "Confederate General from Big Sur" and the collection of short stories he called "Revenge of the Lawn" and the "Tokyo - Montana Express", I guess my favorite one of his novels was "Dreaming of Babylon". It was the poetry though, that got to me. I couldn't pick a favorite from his poems. Got something out of all of them. He changed forever the way I approach words. I'm not his #1 fan but he opened my imagination in a way no other had.
As to the south, I've lived there & I worked there for awhile years ago and I've never forgotten the revelations it gave me. About America.
As to the south, I've lived there & I worked there for awhile years ago and I've never forgotten the revelations it gave me. About America.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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tarbaby
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Please, tell me about your revelations.
Leo Frank died for our sins
I have heard that Bob Dylan is very interested in the Civil War.
Hell if this song was good enough for Abe Lincoln it is good enough for me.
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Leo Frank died for our sins
I have heard that Bob Dylan is very interested in the Civil War.
Hell if this song was good enough for Abe Lincoln it is good enough for me.
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“Where is that man who has forgotten words that I may have a word with him?”
Revelations South -
things, everything is slower - and there is time for it all
when the time of the warlords and petty kings finally arrives it will be the South that will first coalesce out from the coming chaos as anything resembling a "nation".
The roots of the Republic are strongest in the South. Many Southern hands, both of men & women, not only helped shape the birth of declarations & constitutions, but also, established them. By blood, when necessary.
Talk is especially enjoyed for itself. Yet, if a moment calls for action, then action is what will occur. They have done this before.
I lived and worked in North Carolina for a time, at a sawmill. Within a 20 mile radius of that sawmill there were 5 Civil War battlefields, & many more just over the horizon in any direction. I was born in upstate New York. The closest Civil War battlefield to my birthplace is Gettysburg, 200 and more miles away. The War was fought mainly on Southern soil (yes, there is such a thing as "Southern Soil") - the ground from Virginia south to the Gulf Coast holds the most shed blood of Americans at the hands of Americans.
Yes, there is darkness & evil there, hypocrisy & maliciousness,but there is darkness & evil & hypocrisy & maliciousness everywhere. In the same degree.
To Southerners we owe the existence of the Bill Of Rights.
The South endured punishment & the wrath of the self righteous Northern army & politicians for many years after the War. Torture, rape, emasculation, were the order of the day. Neither the North nor the West endured such humiliation. Yet, the people of the Confederacy survived, adapted, & moved on. I, for one, am glad they are there.
ST - you asked for my thoughts here, these are only a handful. Of all the people I met during my time in the South, I have not space to mention. I must mention one last thing, though. Remember, I say this as a "Yankee" born & bred. When I look into the history of these things I see this: that the formation of the Confederacy was the last time Citizens of this nation stood gathered together insisting on the recognition of their right not only to freely join but also, freely leave the Union, as they saw fit. Many of them paid for that stance with their lives, their families, their property, their neighbors. The federal government, in "winning" that conflict did not abolish slavery but perpetuated it, expanding its meaning & scope & its application to everyone of us. Law of the Land- you can join but no one gets to leave. When the South went down in flame, smoke, & ashes all of us lost. We lost yesterday, we continue to lose today,
and we look at tomorrow like a patch of sky seen from the bottom of a well.
These are my revelations from my time among the Southerners. I apologize for none of it, nor do I regret a single word. The South got in my blood a bit, left a trace of itself in my voice, the way it will hold onto a word (they call it the drawl) before letting it go.
mingo
things, everything is slower - and there is time for it all
when the time of the warlords and petty kings finally arrives it will be the South that will first coalesce out from the coming chaos as anything resembling a "nation".
The roots of the Republic are strongest in the South. Many Southern hands, both of men & women, not only helped shape the birth of declarations & constitutions, but also, established them. By blood, when necessary.
Talk is especially enjoyed for itself. Yet, if a moment calls for action, then action is what will occur. They have done this before.
I lived and worked in North Carolina for a time, at a sawmill. Within a 20 mile radius of that sawmill there were 5 Civil War battlefields, & many more just over the horizon in any direction. I was born in upstate New York. The closest Civil War battlefield to my birthplace is Gettysburg, 200 and more miles away. The War was fought mainly on Southern soil (yes, there is such a thing as "Southern Soil") - the ground from Virginia south to the Gulf Coast holds the most shed blood of Americans at the hands of Americans.
Yes, there is darkness & evil there, hypocrisy & maliciousness,but there is darkness & evil & hypocrisy & maliciousness everywhere. In the same degree.
To Southerners we owe the existence of the Bill Of Rights.
The South endured punishment & the wrath of the self righteous Northern army & politicians for many years after the War. Torture, rape, emasculation, were the order of the day. Neither the North nor the West endured such humiliation. Yet, the people of the Confederacy survived, adapted, & moved on. I, for one, am glad they are there.
ST - you asked for my thoughts here, these are only a handful. Of all the people I met during my time in the South, I have not space to mention. I must mention one last thing, though. Remember, I say this as a "Yankee" born & bred. When I look into the history of these things I see this: that the formation of the Confederacy was the last time Citizens of this nation stood gathered together insisting on the recognition of their right not only to freely join but also, freely leave the Union, as they saw fit. Many of them paid for that stance with their lives, their families, their property, their neighbors. The federal government, in "winning" that conflict did not abolish slavery but perpetuated it, expanding its meaning & scope & its application to everyone of us. Law of the Land- you can join but no one gets to leave. When the South went down in flame, smoke, & ashes all of us lost. We lost yesterday, we continue to lose today,
and we look at tomorrow like a patch of sky seen from the bottom of a well.
These are my revelations from my time among the Southerners. I apologize for none of it, nor do I regret a single word. The South got in my blood a bit, left a trace of itself in my voice, the way it will hold onto a word (they call it the drawl) before letting it go.
mingo
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Not sure ,
the word Exegesis (sp) is the right word for what you just wrote
but whatever the word is you give me a handle on Brautigan's comment about the civil war.
>bows<
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Most texans I have met can not name the six flags over texas. They always forget about the confederate flag. They mostly consider themselves westerners.
My east coast epiphany, this is an old america, it still New Spain, the English don't have the history here. Blew my mind to realize how much older
old san antone is than baltimore
I have those preachers talking about the holy land
and I amthinking about the holy whole earth
sometimes I think we still worship that savage here in the new world.
Just bits and pieces
they don't make me MAD
I think I am a crow
is that the bird that is attracted to shiny things and steals them?
Like stringing them into threads
juxtapositions of radiance and meanings
ps mtymnd is fine
just a little put off
I hope there will be a stream next week
I like starting my week with one of his streams
But I don't expect him to write one just because I look forward to them.
the word Exegesis (sp) is the right word for what you just wrote
but whatever the word is you give me a handle on Brautigan's comment about the civil war.
>bows<
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Most texans I have met can not name the six flags over texas. They always forget about the confederate flag. They mostly consider themselves westerners.
My east coast epiphany, this is an old america, it still New Spain, the English don't have the history here. Blew my mind to realize how much older
old san antone is than baltimore
I have those preachers talking about the holy land
and I amthinking about the holy whole earth
sometimes I think we still worship that savage here in the new world.
Just bits and pieces
they don't make me MAD
I think I am a crow
is that the bird that is attracted to shiny things and steals them?
Like stringing them into threads
juxtapositions of radiance and meanings
ps mtymnd is fine
just a little put off
I hope there will be a stream next week
I like starting my week with one of his streams
But I don't expect him to write one just because I look forward to them.
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Kind of a crossroads bluesy dream
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The crossroads vid was just the thing to cap my day here...mood was right too...left work tonight and went down to the lakeshore on driftwood patrol with the setting sun hitting the clouds above the horizon...found three good pieces of driftwood...these last days of the summer are like driftwood...things get snakey 'round the edges this time of year...memories drifting up, mixed together & served unclear...dusk came & I headed for home, the sound of the lake in my left ear & the sound of the woods, where it was already night, in my right. That shot of the woman's toes about to tread barb wire is gonna haunt me 'til sleep drags me under...think I might paint for a bit...light and shadows...wet brush, dry brush...I want to graffiti the devil's nipples...
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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tarbaby
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wrestling with them devils
cause Jacob slamed an angel
"the devil beats his wife with a silver chain"
"devil in a blue dress"
"a friend of the devil
and I might get some sleep tonight"
"starry eyed maidens and rosey cheecked demons"
I am a sexist for sure
never crossed my mind to think of men as more asymetrical than women, goes to figure.
I been writing about mother choas for years, sucking on her nipple, lord have mercey on a no count sinner, it could be father chaos for all I know.
Only devil I want any truck with is that niggra rock and roll jungle music debble music. gimmie that old time rock and roll.
Christ H Jesus, that is not a pleasant image for me, sucking on on father chaos' nipple.
I jammed the T and M today
left a go for wireman
and a bit about walking a barbwire
of nightmare and reason
at the edge of the tender indifference of mother chaos.
a good day for me
a little bubble popped
a minor epiphany
my consciousness as tenuous as the surface tension of a soap bubble
a moment of freedom from the logos
of that mighty smitey g_d of my mothers before me
So I am starting out fresh
in another
random text box.
thanks for reading a long
I am going to drop back forty and punt
shut this noisy bitch down for a while
I hope the day goes well for you
I am taking a news holiday
I will catch up with it all tomorrow.
cause Jacob slamed an angel
"the devil beats his wife with a silver chain"
"devil in a blue dress"
"a friend of the devil
and I might get some sleep tonight"
"starry eyed maidens and rosey cheecked demons"
I am a sexist for sure
never crossed my mind to think of men as more asymetrical than women, goes to figure.
I been writing about mother choas for years, sucking on her nipple, lord have mercey on a no count sinner, it could be father chaos for all I know.
Only devil I want any truck with is that niggra rock and roll jungle music debble music. gimmie that old time rock and roll.
Christ H Jesus, that is not a pleasant image for me, sucking on on father chaos' nipple.
I jammed the T and M today
left a go for wireman
and a bit about walking a barbwire
of nightmare and reason
at the edge of the tender indifference of mother chaos.
a good day for me
a little bubble popped
a minor epiphany
my consciousness as tenuous as the surface tension of a soap bubble
a moment of freedom from the logos
of that mighty smitey g_d of my mothers before me
So I am starting out fresh
in another
random text box.
thanks for reading a long
I am going to drop back forty and punt
shut this noisy bitch down for a while
I hope the day goes well for you
I am taking a news holiday
I will catch up with it all tomorrow.
“Where is that man who has forgotten words that I may have a word with him?”
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