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In simpler days when Annie Oakley ate hot dogs and poems were buffalo & dice got rolled to Stevie Wonder tunes a twenty dollar bill was a fortune. Reruns of "The Honeymooners" circled the wagon trains made of surplus army jeeps heading west & shot Howdy doody arrows into the tires. Bayer Aspirin was a real animated character cheering everybody on as the arrows flew & the tires blew. In the days before the moon.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
that last write (above) was one hell of a write, el mingo. can i be so mundane as to say "i liked that" ? i hope so because as it's quite apparent, i did. very max fleischer-richard brautigan-lsd-esque. mingo, mingo... bingo.
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stilltrucking
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4:30 a.m.
Been busy here, Jack. Spring is here & there has been more time outside. More things have been happening to change my routines. An uptick of energy - different hums on different levels. An inventory of my brain at the moment is like a run through the jungle. Find myself noticing at every odd moment a trust in whatever happens, good, bad or ugly. Things are less personal & more alive, is that it? Found a knockout quote the other day at work - "All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware."
Been busy here, Jack. Spring is here & there has been more time outside. More things have been happening to change my routines. An uptick of energy - different hums on different levels. An inventory of my brain at the moment is like a run through the jungle. Find myself noticing at every odd moment a trust in whatever happens, good, bad or ugly. Things are less personal & more alive, is that it? Found a knockout quote the other day at work - "All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware."
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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stilltrucking
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mingo wrote
I like that quote, a lot.
I think I have read it recently,
in a poem
energy here is upticking like big ben
I got out of the noise for a while, out in the country house sitting fro the Bear and his wife.
Sitting outside listening to wind, a prevailing wind coming out of the gulf of mexico to the south east.
a fresh breeze, 15 20 miles an hour.
Found some red roses starting to bloom
Read The Rose and The Nightengale today.
Every thing is loverly
I stole the line about annie oakley and the hotdogs, kind of ethical delema, I was thinking about footnoting it and saying it was a paraphrase of a mingo lingo bit but decided to highlight in bold Italics. But forgot quote marks.
Yeah it is summertime almost and the living is easy.
Maybe a jungle, my brain, it sure gets dark as a jungle in here sometimes.
Before the days
the nights were long and lonely
Looking forward to the darkness tonight. I hope it is clear so I can see some stars.
Got dam light pollution where I live is hard on my equanimity. I go days with out looking up at the sky.
see ya round like a do nut
Inventory of my brain is nebulous. I got no idea what is in here with me ming.4:30 a.m.
Been busy here, Jack. Spring is here & there has been more time outside. More things have been happening to change my routines. An uptick of energy - different hums on different levels. An inventory of my brain at the moment is like a run through the jungle. Find myself noticing at every odd moment a trust in whatever happens, good, bad or ugly. Things are less personal & more alive, is that it? Found a knockout quote the other day at work - "All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware."
I like that quote, a lot.
I think I have read it recently,
in a poem
energy here is upticking like big ben
I got out of the noise for a while, out in the country house sitting fro the Bear and his wife.
Sitting outside listening to wind, a prevailing wind coming out of the gulf of mexico to the south east.
a fresh breeze, 15 20 miles an hour.
Found some red roses starting to bloom
Read The Rose and The Nightengale today.
Every thing is loverly
I stole the line about annie oakley and the hotdogs, kind of ethical delema, I was thinking about footnoting it and saying it was a paraphrase of a mingo lingo bit but decided to highlight in bold Italics. But forgot quote marks.
Yeah it is summertime almost and the living is easy.
Maybe a jungle, my brain, it sure gets dark as a jungle in here sometimes.
Before the days
the nights were long and lonely
Looking forward to the darkness tonight. I hope it is clear so I can see some stars.
Got dam light pollution where I live is hard on my equanimity. I go days with out looking up at the sky.
see ya round like a do nut
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stilltrucking
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Re the quote:
From "Good and Evil"--- Buber
But that is not where I read it.
It was in a book about religion by Walter Kaufmann. Just yesterday.
Also where I read this bit.
From "Good and Evil"--- Buber
But that is not where I read it.
It was in a book about religion by Walter Kaufmann. Just yesterday.
Also where I read this bit.
But what do those know of love who do not knw that it is a cross? Surely the Buddha was right that love is the fountainhead of hurt and misery, suffering and despair. He also taught that life and love were not worth while. But to take this cross upon oneself with open eyes, that is nobility, that is devotion, that makes life worth while.
--- Walter Kaufmann
Each day. An opportunity of touch. A drawing together. A joining. A longing naturally completed. It is the frustration of this impulse that gives rise to fantasies & other preoccupations. To commerce & war. To ways & means. Lack of touch gives rise to serial killers. To pornography. To government. To divorce. To language & society. Touch frightens darkness & banishes fear. Touch is the Word among us.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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stilltrucking
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Its raining. I just woke up from a dream. A total surrealistic reconstruct presented as a unit for my viewing pleasure. I wonder if turtles ever have a moment where they want to move like lightning? Yesterday a man tells me he once had a lot of money & lived in Florida & had a Colombian girlfriend who modeled underwear & lingerie and she was so beautiful. So beautiful that anytime he went out with her everybody would just look at her - women & men. I don't know what made him want to tell me about this, we hardly know one another. About a half hour later he mentioned her again. Then that moment passed too.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
The Last Yet
The Last Yet was totemfied & tabooed to death somewhere on the banks of Paradise Creek in the early moments of the summer of 1603 by a mixed band of Red Deer & Two Feather Indians traveling to visit relatives and hunting along the way. It was a case of secret destinations all the way around. No intention on anyone's part. Everyone was minding their own business but it was no matter & look what happened. Years later No Head Stone of the Red Deer band who was there that morning said that it happened so quick that no one had time to realise what was going on 'til after it was over. Turtle Toes Missing of the Two Feather band & his wife, Finger Tickles, also there that morning, testified that even in the rush & confusion of events they saw that the Last Yet was wearing a coyote skull hat. No Head Stone agreed, said he saw it too. After the killing the Indians made breakfast & counseled over what to do. They decided to place the body of the Last Yet on top of a rise from which the creek could be seen & piled stones over the carcass. When this was done they broke camp & moved on. Three years later a Jesuit priest by the name of Father Tantan LaBoing had several of his fingers removed by the natives he was ministering to. That night he managed to escape and fled for his life into the forest. The Mojo of Secret Destinations was rising in full force but this was unknown to Father Tantan LaBoing and when he came to the banks of a creek he followed it 'til he lost consciousness. He lost consciousness exactly between the cairn of the Last Yet & the banks of Paradise Creek.
To be continued ...
The Last Yet was totemfied & tabooed to death somewhere on the banks of Paradise Creek in the early moments of the summer of 1603 by a mixed band of Red Deer & Two Feather Indians traveling to visit relatives and hunting along the way. It was a case of secret destinations all the way around. No intention on anyone's part. Everyone was minding their own business but it was no matter & look what happened. Years later No Head Stone of the Red Deer band who was there that morning said that it happened so quick that no one had time to realise what was going on 'til after it was over. Turtle Toes Missing of the Two Feather band & his wife, Finger Tickles, also there that morning, testified that even in the rush & confusion of events they saw that the Last Yet was wearing a coyote skull hat. No Head Stone agreed, said he saw it too. After the killing the Indians made breakfast & counseled over what to do. They decided to place the body of the Last Yet on top of a rise from which the creek could be seen & piled stones over the carcass. When this was done they broke camp & moved on. Three years later a Jesuit priest by the name of Father Tantan LaBoing had several of his fingers removed by the natives he was ministering to. That night he managed to escape and fled for his life into the forest. The Mojo of Secret Destinations was rising in full force but this was unknown to Father Tantan LaBoing and when he came to the banks of a creek he followed it 'til he lost consciousness. He lost consciousness exactly between the cairn of the Last Yet & the banks of Paradise Creek.
To be continued ...
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Father Tantan Laboing opened his eyes to a world of pain half an hour before dawn, the stumps of his missing fingers burning. He rolled over on his back and looked up through the trees to the sky beyond. The sky brightened to the east with the coming dawn. He slowly became aware he was hearing a voice and that voice was singing. He turned his head just enough to look up the hill toward a pile of stones from which the music seemed to be coming. He slowly got to his feet & the effort almost cost him his grip on consciousness again. He managed to make his way to the top of the rise and approached the pile of stones where he collapsed from his efforts. All he could hear was the wind in the trees. Just as his eyes were closing once more a voice came from the stones. It said: "Good Morning, Father LaBoing. You cannot linger here. By now your captors know you have escaped and even now they are looking for you. Don't look so surprised, you people come here and you don't know anything and you will go on knowing nothing for a long time to come. This land is full of spirits & a few hundred years from now the children of that time will rediscover that connection. I will teach you a song from that time, then you must go."
To be continued ...
To be continued ...
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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