Coyote Trails

[the mingo]

'ku in a snowstorm -

dog licking snow
is how this 'ku
gets its water

after almost 50 degrees in the sun yesterday woke up this morning in a snowstorm - early spring in the great state of Yew Nork -

came across a poem yesterday by Ikkyu - goes
"I'm alive! don't we say that?
we don't see the bones we walk on"

I'd never live in Florida - land of pythons and super stretch beach bikes - I envy them their year long biking season but little else - I could get a fine biking climate in northern Arizona python-free & without the humidity - comes to a choice tween jungle & desert I'll gladly take the horse with no name thank you very much -

preserve our common heritage! drink of the art & science of bourbon! - a totally american beverage - invented here - from corn (also invented here) -

nanobots - where the hell were they invented?

I'm looking at beach cruiser bike sites in a snowstorm - this must be what it's like to live in a disputed land - hope shines in the darkness and the darkness does not understand it -

[the mingo]

my snowstorm has just been "upgraded" to a bona fide blizzard - ********** -

[the mingo]

just discovered that the world wide web is 25 years old today - the dirt I stand upon & the pebbles I hold in my hand are millions if not billions of years in age ... i'm sure at some point I have breathed in the same dust as the neanderthals did -

[judih]

neanderthals were without a pixel
not one
no hocus pocus could change the fact
they measured by foot

[the mingo]

i was reading about neanderthals day before yesterday - lots of drama rama over the fossils that have been found - dna evidence has done nothing except bring up the issue of sex (0 the joy!) their brains seem to have been bigger than our ancestors & I should think so because living as they did would have called upon more than brute strength - they seemed to have a tenacious love more than anything - the many broken bones among the fossil finds speaks volumes about their ability to wrestle angels and keep on for some hundreds of thousands of years -

[stilltrucking]

I think the Neanderthals were probably nice guys, and we all know where nice guys finish

"Natural selection, as it has operated in human history, favors not only the clever but the murderous." Barbara Ehrenreich

Meanderthal

“We are the centuries... We have your eoliths and your mesoliths and your neoliths. We have your Babylons and your Pompeiis, your Caesars and your chromium-plated (vital-ingredient impregnated) artifacts. We have your bloody hatchets and your Hiroshimas. We march in spite of Hell, we do – Atrophy, Entropy, and Proteus vulgaris, telling bawdy jokes about a farm girl name of Eve and a traveling salesman called Lucifer. We bury your dead and their reputations. We bury you. We are the centuries. Be born then, gasp wind, screech at the surgeon’s slap, seek manhood, taste a little godhood, feel pain, give birth, struggle a little while, succumb: (Dying, leave quietly by the rear exit, please.) Generation, regeneration, again, again, as in a ritual, with blood-stained vestments and nail-torn hands, children of Merlin, chasing a gleam. Children, too, of Eve, forever building Edens – and kicking them apart in berserk fury because somehow it isn’t the same. (AGH! AGH! AGH! – an idiot screams his mindless anguish amid the rubble. But quickly! let it be inundated by the choir, chanting Alleluias at ninety decibels.)”
― Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Leibowitz

[the mingo]

it happened before dawn
it happened before the eyes opened out of sleep
the sky clear
the end of confessions

[the mingo]

This poem fell off the back of a truck
And was brought home to me
by someone who thought I could use it
I tried to start it but that wasn’t happening
so I parked it under the hemlock tree
where it has sat all autumn & now winter
it’s there now
buried in snow
the landlord is beginning to ask questions
& a Jehovah’s Witness once asked me what
if anything I was going to do with it
text is made memorable by those who read it
not by those who produce it
unplowed ground is always of more extent
than cultivated fields

[zero_hero]

Saw a PBS Nature documentary on the Coywolf, interesting

also this is so cool, somebody wrote in the comments that it would give da Vinci a hard-on

[the mingo]

that shit just made me go Wow - thx Jack

[the mingo]

wind kicking up -
hear it in the still bare branches -
hear it pushing
against the walls of the house -

[the mingo]

I think – well no that’s not really true is it? – I simply notice what goes across my mind – what floats to the surface to beach itself above subconscious level and what works its way in from the outside –

I work the was
Lip the zip
hover the cover
even graffiti the ‘fridge door
hatten down the batches
pay the heating bill
remember the first TV you called your own?
and all those assassinations that came into your parlor
to live with you because of it?
sitting next to you on either side
all up & down the couch?
Star Trek was there too
and all the war dead
better still was the 6 transistor radio I had
would have fit in my shirt pocket
if my pockets had been bigger
I could turn it on & be fascinated by all
the voices out there in the air
the music too
I knew santa claus was not real as in person even then
but I still aint quite given up on the Christmas tree

[the mingo]

the temperature is not essential by itself - just used as a way in - no riding yet - i'm quoting someone who said "paint is paint & surface is surface - that's all they should be" -

metaphor - to carry over - i carry a pony into a picture of water & clouds & blue sky -

i knew a girl whose skull was made from sugar - seen from the perspective of the universe as an individualistic projection it was a seeming coincidence of location - we made a tale of it but not on purpose -

studio eight seen as a fraction of shoreline that comes into view & winds out of sight - an advertisement for the journey inland having babies along the way -

Ikkyu liked to listen to the songs of the fishermen most of all when he wasn't busy drinking or spending time with the whores or making love to his blind singer or running a temple - when he was doing none of these he liked to remark on the passage of dust -

while in Paris Henry Miller liked to eat, drink, fuck & have a place to stay - in photographs he is seen in a hat & without - I've read some of his books but what I always wonder most about is what made him put on the hat & what made him take it off -

a famous poet once said in regard to poems "No ideas but in things alone" - at first I thought he was just being clever but then I realized he meant every thing every time -

Neanderthals were lucky - they winked out of existence before the invention of government,
lawyers, insurance companies, & various taxes on the poor also known as "health care plans"

That crow whose call popped Ikkyu's mind clear - I wonder where it is today - it's out there still I'm sure

[gypsyjoker]

Lucky old sun, lucky old river,

No doubt the Neanderthals were lucky, they are all dead

What would Ikkyu do?

believe in the man facing you now just narrow your eyes feel the deep love

[the mingo]

I have to have two or three more cups of coffee before I could answer that -