Bandit Notions

[SadLuckDame]

ppp
Funny guy, u.

[the mingo]

I had my mood on.

[the mingo]

cold out there
sky spitting snow ...

got the electric heater goin' up in the bathroom ... you have to do that in the winter 'round here to get ready for a shower. Lots of things you have to do in the winter 'round here that you don't have to do any other time of the year to get ready for the simple things ... shows ya the true nature of the simple things.
All, meaning everything in every way, depends on the weather & the time...

You need imagination to plumb the depths of existence ... always & foremost ...
without it you watch sports or get frightened by the news or sacrifice the precious moments it takes answering questions at the drive-thru about how ya want your burger ... or maybe you dabble in various pastimes, philosophy, or thoughts. Myself, I always liked daydreaming. My imagination was always called away by it.

it's not what we throw in the trash along the way that we will be judged by - no,
it's a wasted life that will call us to account.

the bathroom should be toasty roasty by now - gonna go get myself clean.
From my graying hair to me crinkled toes. It's a good feeling, that, clean.
Brings out a good face.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArNc8W-T ... re=related

[the mingo]

Captain Mirror in America -

[the mingo]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVZ66_gGGJY

Genghis Khan's road song -

Hell yeah, Mongolia!

[the mingo]

Can't believe i just clicked on a vid titled "Dawn of the Dead set to banjo music...

i need to get my axles checked - maybe it's the wheel bearings...

i'm outta here...

[the mingo]

sometimes when i want to think i go down to the pool hall ... not that I'm any good at the game the way some are, though i have my moments, i don't go there for the game in the first place what no one understands...except for the older man that owns the place. Older than me so that's up there. I asked him one time why don't he retire out, go to Arizona or Florida. He said, " What the hell I want with alligators? I look like a Cajun, maybe? Fuck a bunch of alligators and shit on sand. Besides there ain't no place in Florida to think. " Then he smiled at me. So I knew that he knew and there was satisfaction from that all around. He saw me one day kayaking down in the river, he called out from the bank, "Hey! my pool hall losing it's charm on you these days?" He had his fishing pole in the water and I shouted back, "Hey, you think them fish think?" I'll never forget his laugh at that, coming clear as a bell to me over the water and him standing there on the riverbank his head back and his smile wide. I said, "Your place ain't lost nothin' for me, Mr. Issac, just a young lady I was lookin' at stuck out her tongue at me & I decided I needed to be anywhere else than where i was."
"Yeah, he replied, ain't it funny strange the way things happen out?"
"You got that right, Mr. Issac, you got that double right." Then I rowed out to the breakwater.

So... I go to the pool hall to think. Somethin' about the crack of the break, the spread of the balls on the table, the cue stick in your hand, the lining up of your shot, the click & kiss of the balls against each other, the way they respond to the motion of all this & that ... just somethin' about it ...

Funny strange the way things happen out.
Funny strange...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18No22_j_bM

[SadLuckDame]

You don't like it when I stick my tongue out?

[the mingo]

What makes you think I'd even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed the surprise of it...you caught me up & good...I couldn't get out of there fast enough - got outside tellin' myself, "Ol' Man, time was ain't now."

So... I'm not even noticing you at the moment - in case you didn't notice.

[the mingo]

Multifaceted alabama - declared legally dead ...

ah, for the simple life.

dumbfounded people astonished! - paint church with windfall money & set limits for radioactive materials in drinking water.

don't worry, Ma, it's just my bathroom window ...

thirst for power - destiny hits bump in road - nothing like a plate full of snag.
mushrooms hum big tune from cover what you love knowing more signs is what the world needs right now.

the last time I spoke to my dead uncle I asked him how it was going. He said, "All I do is come in early, get a big breakfast, and put things in order."

I need a good gas buddy. Be easier to stomach this & all other nations if I had a good gas buddy right beside me. A three story tall hotel woman with 100 guest rooms ... & a marina. I 'bout love a boat. Amen.

If there are going to be changes I want to see it in writing along the lines of, "In the beginning was the Word ..."

Wind is blowing snow across the yard - it's a white Sahara minus the camels & the Arabs out there tonight, boys. Night like this makes me want to fight a psychologist or target scrap metal thieves & send the bill to the taxpayers, plus carrying charges, my boy, carrying charges ...

& always remember that allegations do not establish "every element of trespass"

[stilltrucking]

"a plate full of snag"

I used to have a crib om my own
just a little shack by the railroad tracks
It was hard to see the stars at night
through the town lights

listening to night noises and voices in this house

he built this house for my baby sister
before the brain tumor
built it himself with no help except for the slab
I listen to him cough then he wretches
I hear her say "I will clean it up"

Crazy, I am crazy for loving them

nice riff there mingo just a nice GO alot of good stuff there
just that bit popped the most for me right now.

too painful my memory of snow, like memories of Korean in 1951.
the trhiill is gone
but I remember one night up on monarch pass Colorado, never seen snow flakes as big as hub caps well maybe not that big but big feathery snow flakes, fell so fast drifting down so deeply, just at dusk, I think that is the last time I heard the sound of silence.


Tonight I need a tape or cd of wireman's to play. Going to buy one before I give all my money away

just passing through
liked what I read decided to stay awhile
jt

[the mingo]

Thx Jack. i like listening to mark's stuff too. That last one he posted called "celtic roots" got inside my head & danced around. Your brother-in-law has a brain tumor? Guess I should have picked up on that from reading other stuff of yours. Quit snowing sometime last night. The branches my hemlock tree by the driveway are bowed down with the weight of it. Heavy heavy snow.

I like my trees - walkin' in the woods, campin' out in the forest, that's me. But some days i think about the years i spent at sea. I look back over 40 years to that time & say, "yeah". Been looking at inflatable kayaks. These craft have taken my interest. I'm looking at a 13 footer with a self-bailing feature for whitewater river running. They make sailing rigs for these kayaks also. The rig costs more than the kayak but ... get the kayak this year and the sail next year maybe. Like to learn how to ride the wind...that's gotta be some kind of thrill.

sailing ... a bandit notion ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7khQNR7s1Ho

[the mingo]

When i was a boy i had "dream shirts" or "ghost shirts" ... had them almost up to when i joined the navy. These shirts were mostly old khaki castoffs. Some of them i marked as to significance or wore them with some kind of pendant, usually something out of the woods, acorns or the like, sometimes pieces of bone. small pine cones. Sometimes i wore such sign out of sight, say, hidden under the collar so only God & i knew.

one time i drew two of my little guys on one of those dream shirts and, for reasons still unknown to me, my mother did up those designs with embroidery, following my llines. I had a pair of "magic sneakers" that had been made magic by events, and i wore them together with that shirt. Things would happen when i did. things like a girl who nature had said was a woman but had yet to get her full feather. long raven hair, deep blue eyes set deep, a pensive face that would tear your heart out. we were picking blackberries with others & she noticed my shirt and came up to me through the berry brambles and stood in front of me, close...that O GOD kind of close ... i could not keep my eyes off her face... she ran a fingertip over the embroidery, looked up at me with a smile almost making itself known on her lips she said, "I've never seen anyone wear anything like this shirt, what is your name?" I began to speak but nothing came out...just my lips moving, then, when sound came suddenly back to me i said, "I ... I don't remember..." and she, delighted, her whole face breaking into this incredible smile, laughed a laugh that i still can't describe after all these years. then the wind turned my collar up and she noticed something there where i had hidden it earlier that morning. she reached up & with those fingers those fingers those fingers she touched the beaded acorn i had hidden there & still touching that acorn she looked in my eyes with hers and said, "Are you an Indian? "No, i answered, but it's in the mix." Then, i tried to stop myself, i tried hard but i was suddenly not who i had ever been any longer and i took her face in my hands, that surprised suddenly wide-eyed face, & i kissed her. She made to push me away but then, o then! she stopped pushing & put her arms around me with those fingers locking together at my back then deeper into that kiss her heart ... opened full. We had a go the rest of that enchanted summer & into the shortening days of October. i had just turned 16 and she almost...

Then her father, an engineer, was called to a post in another state. That goodbye to her there are no words in any language anywhere in the world.

The following spring, mid-april, after the ground unfroze, i took that dream shirt & those magic sneakers and buried them in the earth by the banks of a creek in a spot that only i know for they had been hallowed. i never saw her again. her name... ... Brae Evelyn ...

...and i know...if she is still alive...on certain winter days that there are moments come visit her from a summer & autumn long long gone...where she finds herself listening back and ... how the wind felt then...and the sun...and those skies ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gy0GRtoK_88

[the mingo]

there's a line in a Dylan song where he goes, "Just for a second there I thought I saw something move" ... its been like that all day right up to this moment an hour before midnight.

currently 5.4 degrees above zero. Above zero. not a slant on actual conditions but the state of actual conditions themselves.

i'm glad i don't have to sleep in the open on the ground tonight. Not even with 20 other people all piled together.

[the mingo]

document - wordpad

literature? no.
writing.

writing below zero. beaded lizards wrapped around a dead wife's watch. beaded lizards in cowboy hats and one in a bowler. maybe he's going for the i'm different hollywood thing or maybe he's a persian spy.

please the call to federal bureau of intimidation. case in just. coconut put the lime. some women are born with two vaginas - that would be a whole village between their legs. Africans running all over the place, some to the river for water, some to the jungle for hunt. Taking crocodiles on the spree.
you'd have to eat that meat fast in the jungle. fast.
no flesh lasts too long after the spirit checks out - couple of days in the sun and it's hardly recognizable. all of us included.

writing below zero. only reason this is possible is cause the furnace keeps coming on.
writing is supremely artificial - always at several removes from any flesh & blood action.

ya can't play scrabble with the dead.
just ask the man in the bowler hat - maybe he's the reaper or the ripper or i love the night. people laughed & shook their heads at that song ya know, saying "no i love the night need apply" but the i'm different hollywood thing just fingered his blade.

he does that and no one is safe - not even in canada where long walks into the nearest town are common. carving everything up into steaks - that's how the americans dealt with the comanche. and others. turned the germans to crispy critters in their homes. french fried the japanese on their streets. good versus evil it was called. but evil only calls to evil, it never calls to the good.

i love the night & i have seen it. so they can wave all their flags over the crocodiles 'till the crows come home & i'll have no changed mind. If it won't play scrabble it's dead. just ask the man in the bowler hat. or the woman with two vaginas, the spare gets hung on the lampost just outside the door. or love the night.

all our trading partners are greedy breathing cocksuckers. that we understand without the blink of a single eyelash. we are right to home with the gang of it. if i'm told to vote i'm gonna write in the woman with two vaginas or maybe the man who tipped his bowler hat to her.

maybe i'm going to hollywood to become a pimp. or las vegas. women to keep me friends. women to make my money. then shit on all this writing below zero no more or ever again.

i will shake hands with Arturo Bandini yet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVANQheoRUw