Past midnight - my sleep all fucked up - yes judih, most of the leaves are on the ground now and the scent of their passing back into earth is heavy in the air - a sweet smell, no bitterness - Good Gawd, wylde, you went back to the very first
post ?! In the beginning was the zuihitsu
Out on a ride today - you see, hear, smell, so many things on a bike - I think I will remember it all by the time I get home but I'm lucky to remember one thing out of any of it - and I hardly ever do - Vonnegut said the brain was too high-powered to be of any practical use - gotta agree - the brain is a wild animal constantly at the call of the subconscious whose wildness is deep indeed - autumn is a time of gathering things and a time to throw things away -
I tried bringing a small notebook with me on the rides to jot things down as they happen but I had to stop every other minute to write and it became a bother - just another fuck-all Hollywood dream - there are still Monarch butterflies out and about - today one rose from the shoulder of the road on my approach to brush my face with its wings - I said to him "Hey, what you still doin' here? This is central New York and damn near November, you should be in Mexico by now" - the butterfly went off singing: "Cisco Kid was a friend of mine" - they stay too long and I find them after a frost froze to death on trees and grass stalks - talk about surreal - Ikkyu said: "Nature is a killer, I won't sing to it." Ha! you got that right, ya ol' zen goof! Hell yeah, Mongolia!
If you go right at the crossroads just over the hill you will come to a church full of Fellowship Baptists - these guys - I've had talk with their pastor, a young guy - I was going through the old graveyard next to the church a year past and he came out of the church to offer me a Krispy Creme donut -
so we talked - the graveyard is old, some of the folks buried there were born in the 18th century - I asked the pastor if he knew he had folks there who fought in the Revolutionary War - he said "No" then asked if there were more than one - I said "Three" - then thanked him for the donut mounted my bike and rode on - hell, in the 18th century this place was nothing but trees & rivers & streams & creeks -
and Indians - real live non-cellphone carrying Indians - and none of them drove minivans either -
I think I want a minivan - thinking it might be just the thing to carry my bike to the offroad trails north of me further up the Tug - I've priced used trucks what a wazoo story that is - rusted out old trucks go for several thousand dollars now - WTF! The used minivans are much cheaper.
Never thought I would want a minivan.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.