My Favorite Studio Eight Posts

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A friend of Doreen's from another website I think.

[SadLuckDame]

— Who Am I?

Only I thought of you was

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New world Orders

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Days like today

Roll a pome out
rev yo spinner up!
Press me press me
chin up buttercup.
All lee all loy,
hannah's in the clover,
throw a ball over a house,
annie annie over!
Grass tickled toes,
hula hula dancers,
laughing buddha guys
don't have all the answers.
Yip Yip skip a rope
up, down, blam,
days like today,
I forget how old I am.

[zero_hero]

The Teachings of Don Juan, Tales of Power, Journey to Ixtlan
fed me where i was most hungry.

Right on time, i absorbed a great deal from the words of Castenada - myth or not, irrelevant to me.

i loved the way he put it: We explain the world to our children.
With each parental description, the child's wide perceptions slowly dwindle into a replica of the parent's.

Hence, when i gave birth, i did not describe the world to my daughter - i shut up a great deal and simply walked with her endlessly through orange orchards and chicken houses and hot houses and streets and forests and we listened and smelled and i did not tell her what she was hearing, smelling or thinking.

The books helped me release past illusions and look beyond.
(with a little help from other entheogens)

judih

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=2181

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Haiku

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=18701

[SadLuckDame]

sleep well u,

was thinking about spider webs and her fingertips going down it like strumming the harp.

[zero_hero]

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... c&start=45

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http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.p ... ing#p39352

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http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=19755

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There is no excuse for doing the same thing day in and day out, year in and year out. If we're going to write, let's at least put the effort into writing WELL. It's a challenge for me as much as anybody else. I make spelling mistakes too. Good writing is hard, but I think it's worth the effort.

I was searhing for a poem by Karl Shapiro when I found this one again...
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.p ... =afterlife

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Lightning Rod wrote:

Hypocrisy is the tender red meat of humor.
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.p ... 897#p53897

[MrGuilty]

Zlatko wrote:

Epistemes

1.

Learn every trick you can
you will always trip on
the bruied stone
of your father’s crimes
he leans into a far wind
smiling
rise up and follow me, he says
in spite of his punishment
you still want him

2.
Like a white flower
mudded
on peatbrine-black Celtic rock
all these pictures count
less than the first grain of my forgiveness
carried in the gannet’s beak

3.

Being less than it is
my request dossed down
my last chance to save our mutual life
should sluice like mercury
but spirals up instead
like a lesser messenger god





4.

With the care of someone
removing a needle-small bone
from a mouthful of boeuf forestiere
you declined our last time
even our touch glaciates
your last amen over a gold plate
strangers on a train
getting off at last

5.

Only when it’s official
will every animal
in mute disarray surrender
their heaven
hooves and feathers alike
thundering, beating
our breath short for our crimes
we invented forgiveness but
it is a crude invention, a flapwinged windmill
walking away is their only politics
but instead they come

6.

Birds eat from my feeder
dripping utopian rain
seed-fever
like commas in sentences by
H.G. Wells
Rebecca
West lying in the enseamed
bed rank sweat and dream jets
of perfect sarcasm in the Surrey air

http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.p ... mike#p4992

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mingo wrote:

Old Games Cheap

Unread postby the mingo » Thu Oct 24, 2013 11:50 am

I passed the storm & stormed the pass
but the Indians up there said no to admittance -
it's ok I understand the politics at least of it
hell, around here they pile up tires
and burn them as an act of communication

a train crosses the room to enter my ear - it tickles ya know -
and when it blows it's warning at the rail crossing the alligators that live
in the swamps of my frontal lobes give birth to wayward lemmings
that run down my nose seeking an out or lunch -

- some poems get stranded in the canadian arctic with hope of rescue problematic -
the furnace turns on as the skies darken -

hell i owe everybody and that ain't all -
gonna run it thru the machine just to see what pops out -
last time I did that had to spend three days & nights punching little holes all up & down the tubing for venting -
the day girls came after breakfast and helped me with it -
told me that after eating the dawn they needed something to do
i blessed them without blame and set them to scouting -
they just love a good scout
when they meet wolves on the trail they feed them the bones of Mussolini & Picasso
& come back to me with stories of how the wolves eat it all
with nothing left behind and how the wolves have told them
that the bones of Mussolini have a sour dry taste
& the bones of Picasso are hairy & almost sweet -

i understand it as a balance -
the balance between the work of the spirit
& the anarchy of the soul -

[Hypatia]

little sister looking after her menagerie two cats two dogs and a husband
me I am pissing in the wind

a fresh breeze today and I am thinking about some of my least favorite studio posts
cabin fever in this drafty house as we are confined to our respective rooms.


I don't even mind the pissing in the wind anymore I guess, at least my kidneys are still working.

tweet potee tweet
drinking cold coffee
smoking a plastic cigarette
I need to quit my job
I need to blow up my computer
I need to know
why do fools fall in love
who do birds shit on my head

any day now I am going to get the cosmic giggles
cause the joke has been on me

type all I do is type
i'm driving my life away
dreamin my life away