Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

She called him bamboo knees.

The hidden life of plants and Uncle Morris.

Luzon circa 1944-45?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzuSeaMy-aU

I think he might have regretted leaving his grass shack woman and coming back to Baltimore and the life he was destined to live there.

If life goes on
I imagine him still there.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kk6V7S7S ... re=related

a dark time for me I would not have it any other way lord

I am not going to ask you to help me out again

consider my man jackadiah

to proud to pray

hyletic data my ass

yes that is a filthy bit on the end of my fork

what ever I do I got to stop eating between midnight and six am
these every two hour trips to empty my bladder and raiding the fridge have got to stop

or maybe I should consider Sumo wresting, I was admiring walkers today, some of them even have brakes, I wonder if you could motorize them.

I can't kill Buddha but I feel like kicking Gary Snyder's ass

Are you in Baltimore?
Jack, did you move from Texas...
cause I wanna knows.

And don't be mad. Smile with me.

still here
thinking about this bit

“I am a determinist. I do not believe in free will. Jews believe in free will. They believe that man shapes his own life. I reject that doctrine. In that respect I am not a Jew.”
Albert Einstein

I act as if I got free will
like trying to push over an oak tree
struggling

not sure this is any thing other than me ranting at myself

thinking about this bit cecil quoted on his last stream

from the gospel of thomas

Also attributed to Jesus in the Gospel of Thomas:
"Consider the one who is alive while you are alive, lest you die and then seek to behold that one - and you will not be able to behold."

thanks for stopping by, i read something about a dream you had of a hotel.

I was just thinking about the dying part about five minutes ago. I thought it like this for the minute...

And at the end

when I've started to move up the ladder,
what if I stop and pause on the stair,
to keep considering him, all the things about him
that I'd still like to know.

I know, I know
it's twisted and dark,
I prolly should stop talking like that,
but there it is pulling a chair up again.


Was showing a clip of this movie to mingo earlier.
One of my favorite movies, the intensity.

I don't know why it was a hotel. The last hotel dream was the saloon with ghosts of children in it. I mean the house dreams make sense, I'm an architect as my dream-self, don't ya know. I likes building the things.

I got way off base in my last post, off topic.
My apologies. I think we do have free will depending on where it is we go to exercise it. I mean if we brunch out on second street, not so much to be free, but if we go spiritual, well then, there we've found it.

Just a family thing I got to think about what I want to say in public.

We (mingo) were speaking or rather writing of nightmares you said you woke up from one in a cold sweat? The worse couple of nightmares I can remember, they are not reccurent but occasional maybe three or four, or two or three in the past 25 years I can think of. They say you can't die in a dream, or at least that is what Dino believes. I guess so because if I did not wake up when I did, I would have woke up dead, if that is possible, which I believe it is because look at all the dead people we got elected to high public office.

Uncle Morris, blessed be his memory.

Just a family thing I got to think about what I want to say in public.

We were speaking or rather writing of nightmares you said you woke up from one in a cold sweat? The worse couple of nightmares I can remember, they are not reccurent but occasional maybe three or four, or two or three in the past 25 years I can think of. They say you can't die in a dream, or at least that is what Dino believes. I guess so because if I did not wake up when I did, I would have woke up dead, if that is possible, which I believe it is because look at all the dead people we got elected to high public office.

Uncle Morris, blessed be his memory.

I woke up thinking about transportation.
Transportation--being thrust into the heart of a City. Going into London, New York and San Fransisco. It's that transportation taking ya right into a place. Pretty spectacular to wake up in awe.

sleep apnea,
I was thinking it was apnea

Houston is a wonderful city to visit in August, the climate is lovely and the mosquitoes would not hurt a fly.

First time I had the dream the dream I was in Houston,1985 the summer after Rose died, I woke gasping for air. Rose was in the dream. I think I was dreaming about her death rattle. Repression? What does it matter, Yes what does id matter.

prattle about the rattle
"Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds, "
if I can do nothing else I can destroy my world, is that Dada?


I have heard that Oppenheimer misquoted that wrong, I think it is time the destroyer.

Speaking of misquotes:

4) "Dreams are the royal road to consciousness" - Sigmund Freud

What Freud actually wrote is quite different: “"The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind."

It makes us asks, on waking, where was our driver driving..." Even in dreaming state we're aware of where the heart of the City is, the heart, the pulse. "Jack, look out the back window, do you see that snow falling down in the place we were just at? Let's go back, I want to touch it before we leave. I think it could be significant."

And when back in the heart of the City, I heard her sing.

It's just like that. Sometimes in boat, sometimes by train, by greyhound bus, by the big mack truck or cab.

K, the same as where we hang out hats, might be in a house we build in one night, a hotel buzzing, in a tent (reminds me I forgot about the tent dream I had two nights ago), could be under the ice in a pond.

Looking, always looking back out the window, looking for the beat.
Looking out the attic window, looking behind the cellar door, in other people's cars. Trying to stop their car to get my ring free, giving them a look. Looking.
Always looking. I wonder if I ever relax in a dream or if I'm ever just laying around lounged and lazy. I don't think I can remember any that I was.
Do you remember ever being lazy in a dream?

Jack, it is 12:13am & I've just had an epiphany - which is -What I wouldn't give to be able to read my own shit without having to write it first. That would be a piece of mercy and I would live content in a tent in the Promised Land, able to extend the courtesy of food & drink to any three traveling strangers.

That's it.
It is now 12:16 am & counting...

You're being QUIET over here, Jack. I can't run the place without ya.
Ya know?

Put your game face on and get out here.

Two days of warm gentle rainy foggy days. Even warm for south texas in february. I been working the past couble days. I am too pooped to make much noise.
I am grateful I got work to do, if not for my part time job I would be in in worse shape than I am. You can't tell in the pictue but I went to work today wearing two different shoes. It is a struggle to get going some mornings. Had a stange dream, I punched out the wall beside my bed. I took a swing at guy who was crawing through the window of the truck I was sleeping in—in my dream.
I thought our muscles were supposed to immobilized during sleep.

Hop on the bus