Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

(“The brief sum of life denies us the hope of enduring long.”)

"They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate."

"They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream."



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Dowson

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Days_of_Wine_and_Roses

'soldiers of the cross'?
'every round goes higher'

truth by truth revealed
my way to freedom
no way out

not by thought or action
amor fati
I was meant to be

I wish my estate was in as good a shape as Lew Welch
Maybe not, it might be the only thing that keeps me grounded
'Saint Peter don't
you load sixteen tons and what do you get?'

Rhetorical questions and bony fingers.

rhetoricalhistorical

I wish Germany had won the war to end all wars
It seems so obvious to me now that the wrong side won.
If there are right and wrong kinds of wars.

Rhetoricalhystericals
if Oswald had not killed Kennedy
if Rommel had succeeded in assonating Hitler
if john wilkes booth missed Lincoln

But my favorite is what if someone assinated Woodrow Wilson before he led us into that war to end all peace/

the world awaits outside my door
cool breeze ruffles sheets of paper tacked to the wall and laid out on the desk in front of me, to my left a window lets in the breeze and the sunlight diffused by morning mist that is fast burning off

real world descriptions
out of my cave world
running on California time


Yeha I guees I do too much typing not enough riding

ride the ego trip
yeeeeeeeehaaaaaaa
It beats working for the yankee dollah
working for peanuts
because I am shallow
a one dimensional man
did I read that?
my mind's a joke
my brain a stroke
but breathing just comes naturally
like love or the first breath of a baby

Dear Lydia, john prine
shrine
hot dog bun
my sister;s a nun

night wind
'papers ruffling
hunger

funny how trees can sneak up on you like Birnam Wood

The will to fail

Daniel Boone
Independent Lens
how bad he wanted to go to that school
how bad I wanted this job
flash back 54 years
amor fati?
what drives this behavior?

I am sure any zen Buddhist could tell me.

it is all my ego
I been a bad boy
I should do more

the lazy dog jumped over the quick brown fox.

my dearest friends are perfect strangers
Tennessee Williams lament
self loathing
self destruction
what the hell is next flagellation?

chistz I crack me up sometimes
laughing at my own jokes
if that ain't crazy
as a wooden hobby horse

pubescent dreams of the kiss of the spider woman
romantic erotic visions from the dead end saloon
they had a hell of band there back in the eighties back in Fells Point
that drummer was an animal
don't try to make love to a black widow spider
her bite is so painless

flash back 1980:downtown National City California on the water front
how I envied that bum sitting there on the curb with his crutches and that filthy bandage on his foot size of a football.

flash now I am still a prisoner of love
a prisoner of the highway
crazy mike knew his son
I can't stand success

Give me water.

This is the neo-blues, soldier. Let the guitar hold ya
Would you drink it if she leads you to that blue water?
Would you drink it if she leads you to that blue water

?

John 4:7

John 7:37-38








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Texas
2-8-22-39-42=54

autopilot
don't screw it up

geography tragedy
the confessions of an ex prom queen
fallen by the way
when the poles reverse
when the circle of latitude changes
every forty-seven thousand years
some of us move on
some of us hang on
what goes round comes round
survivor or extinct
fortuna providence gods will
what it is what it was
ain't what it is now
just me and the silence
and the mystery of the present presence

a beating heart
wakes me from cancer ward dream
calling for my sister
an elevator descends
pray for her
breathe for me

Re: perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

Postby stilltrucking » Mon Dec 30, 2013 1:48 am

life changers
adolpjh hitler
life changers
I got her X
life changers
the bell jar
goes up and down
grab a breath
hold it
suicide at bay
come up for air
life cling to it
if not for the poetry and the music
I could not make it
99percent live on plastic
all the lonely people
don't you love them madly
as they shuffle off to buffalo
the might t quivering meat machine parade goes on
it
must have been a hell of a dream'
one forty seven am cst and I awoke and wrote this shit
not the blues something worse
jew boy paranoia

healthy dose of paranoia is needed for a well-rounded life - first for the Jew, then for the hellbent Gentile - yeah, Mongolia!

Strange times
I live for my dreaming
what's my hurry

Watched an interview on Charlie Rose with the Lone Survivor of operation red wings, someone made a movie out of it
sounds interesting but I don't know if I can bring myself to watch another war movie
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Red_Wings
reminded me about the guy with the shovel ass.
first time I heard about the seals was 1968 a guy I knew in Baltimore told me about them.

I thank my lucky stars I was born a four f hippy conscientious objector, grateful I missed the death march from Bataan. World War Two vets are almost gone. But I will remember him who told me about the difference between guilt and gratitude.

Speaking of paranoia
I think I am going to try and read the Gospel of John again.

strange book I listened to the audio on you tube called Zealot, the Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth (annoying commercials every ten minutes...) interesting observations on the Gospel of John.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Dc7R80Hxfk

dream work



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