perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[the mingo]

traffic movin' thru
ridin' a flow
producing nothin' but motion
& don't it feel good

[mtmynd]

nothin' but motion
that loco motion
that cacaphony
screaming at me
'move it! move it!'
while we all do the
move
in three-three time
jive of the ages
smooth moves
rough moves
low moves
high moves
keep to the groove

[WIREMAN]

perpetual decisions
on the way to oblivion
beyond believe
like up and down
ya gotta grieve
shine w/joy
life the ultimate
rest inevitable
now all we have

(detail of wired woman - cartoon mode)

[judih]

life pales compared to cartoon glory
my face shines in luminescent crayola
every rainbow, every pot of gold
wired open and shut
puppetology divine

[the mingo]

smokin' the tires
tryin' for fire

[WIREMAN]

catchin' wheel
a '94 honda squeal
she's got pop
50 miles a gallon
no payment
and i get where
i wanna go.................

[jimboloco]

roaddd going dreams every night
last night i was climbing trails thru mountains,
stole a canoe at the water,
rolled down into surf and beach,
only to find the need to hide again

[still.trucking]

Gary Snyder asked
"Why do log truck drivers rise earlier than students of Zen."

"There is no other life"

Gary Snyder knows Irony
I wish I Would practice what he does
I wanna be a bad old man too.

[WIREMAN]

listening to snyder's
turtle island performance
w/paul winter group this
morn around 4:30 am.
headin' down I-270 with
a hangover
it was a gary snyder search
that lead me to litkicks jack
back in the days when
the internet writing was
boom-shaka-lacka
what happened?
i've seen snyder 4 times
w/paul winter one of those
times down on capitol hill
at an old church and it was
amazing, i also saw him read at a
bookstore on k street in d.c.
and someone shouted out
"read louder!"
snyder calmly told the audience
"i do not shout my poetry"
new face 30"x44"

[still.trucking]

It was Sylvia who led me to litkicks
They tell me I am obsessed with her
But I say please don't take her away
She is all I got

I never learned a thing from her death
Oh lordy did I try for thirty years
She is always with me now
It was what she did in life that learned me
not her death.

The mad girl's love song
"Rosy cheeked demons
and starry eyed maidens"
Women make a fool out of me
Chantilly lace and a pretty face
I wish they could all be mine.

I read re-read that Snyder poem many times
Till I noticed that thirty mile plume of dust.

That highway sound always playing on my radio
the one inside my head
I got wheels on this chair
I am rolling down the internet highway
shiftless sailor on a silicon sea

They say we ain't seen nothing yet
Silicon is so twentieth century
THey got puters coming that going to use diamonds
The best is yet to come

gimmee a beat boys to free my soul

[still.trucking]

"with a dollar in my pocket I can hear that highway sound
and a penny for my thoughts would not tax my mind at all" ---jitterbug

thinking about my big brother the jitterbug. (aka the spinoza of baltimore) The blue eyed poet in the family. Kindest man I ever met. Rosy cheeked demons and starry eyed maidens his lines.

Thank you for the art She is very beautiful

You have always been kind and tolerant of my ramblings

[WIREMAN]

wifi wave low
i'm-a-prayin'
that the words
will take cyber flight
i always enjoy our reparte jack
it's why i'm here
you know how to move on too
admirable qualities in a world
racked with calamities
in fact i'm numb
cj sinkin' fast in baltimore
my mom's holding on in dayton ohio
sister morphine rules
as my woman world crumbles
i'm glad i gots my kids in fredROCK
can't wait for u to hear my
new wireman sounds w/plaeground
were gonna do some recording soon
it's up and down world jack
on the best daze the worst
will jump right up and slap
ya in the face, this you know
and that's why i dig jammin' w/ya......always will.....

[still.trucking]

sorry to hear your women world crumbling

moving on with my muses and ghosts

waltz across texas with Patsy Cline
Tango the night away with Sylvia Plath

I used to say that everything I write seems to be about women and children

Hard to keep up with all the calamities in the divine comedies
Always about the kids
generations of vipers just a memory someday

gen x gen y
from the kids I meet on on studio eight
they must be generation A plus.

sorry about the long quote judih

The mourning/death process, likened to the creative process,[5] gives new life, new art, new form.

Freud says the need to be an artist comes from early childhood and a sense of loss that enables the artist to see things differently. This vision rules his life. Not entirely neurotic, not entirely normal, the artist is endowed with a creative personality and a ruthless passion that allows him to separate his own grief feelings of melancholia from his grief feelings of mourning (death/rebirth or creativity cycle). Longing for normalcy, the artist is constantly fought by his need for art, by his vision, by his inner life. Beset by melancholia, his ruthless passion for his inner life during his session (days, weeks, months) of producing an art work separates him from his neurosis. Grief is interpreted as mourning, not depression. Mourning, a positive process in life, leads the sufferer to change and growth, to a kind of rebirth, to a condition previously unknown.

Keeping on trucking
But easy does it these hot hot hot days
103 and that is just the temp, the humidity is wetter than the botom of the ocan.

cool on our stool
we hammer down on the super hyper highway of jam

[judih]

watching women fade
sister morphine tends the ill
walking the halls of this planetary ward
some sane, some less
we're all in this together
cousin cocaine's gone away
clarity's left the building
opium opportunities, poppies plan
thick with transition
ready for gong

[still.trucking]

angel in green