Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

judih wrote: ↑

March 14th, 2020, 12:22 am

love and peace and good coffee

quite right.
peace begins with a smile

especially (even) oddly inner peace.

☮

all stocked up
took a wonderful stroll through the woods today
thinking good thoughts
and oh yes, we have extra coffee in the pantry

saw wrote: ↑

March 14th, 2020, 8:08 pm

all stocked up
took a wonderful stroll through the woods today
thinking good thoughts
and oh yes, we have extra coffee in the pantry

mmmm...saw nicely grounded.
woods. i live in an urban jungle.
in view of the harbour and Indian ocean.
but the sea front has been raped

commercially.

for at least a 2 hours drive either way.

so trundling alone in with nature is not an accessible option.

none the less i gaze at the ocean. endlessly. from a distance. feeling it breathe through its nuanced and sometimes violent changes.

i look and watch the sky. a lot. sensing any changes of weather.
i have an open love affair with clouds.
from cirrus to cumulonimbus.
i sky dance unconsciously.
just an instinctive reflex.

nature makes their themselves available
in extraordinary ways.
even surrounded by spaghetti highways; driveways and concrete.

thank you for sharing.

i loved this:

https://www.bbc.com/reel/video/p07mklp9 ... aries?ocid

a love affair with keyboards
when words fail

no inner peace here as I go ungently into my good bye cruel worlds
a storm rages in the dark sea within me
as I ride calmly on the surface of a thought bubble
my life as surface tension

signs of the times
empty shelves of bullets and toilet paper
is that a metaphor

yes I have the homesick metafiscal homelessness blues again
I used to be smart
I could understand art
when I was a toddler
The seventh solitude
was my natural home

note to wireman, I am out of words again as I search the terabytes of data on the hard drive connected to this thaumaturgical typewriter for the german word Volksgeist

in the meantime, this cursor flashes as the hard drives spin and search for a word
a sentence...
but
I need to get on the Dixie flyer and breathe now....>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

i heard it
on the string
he gave it to me
unbidden
on the string
he spoke
without speaking
and i heard
the bond that is
unspoken

i felt the string
the bond unspoken
a light in the sky

spoken
woken
bond unbroken
spooky action at a distance
the mote and the beam

upside down
regular becomes irregular
unusual the norm

oi vey the unusual usual
wobbles my world


jitterbug keyboard blues
talk about what used to be
waste another day
Scuffle on the Eastcoast for my Westcoast fair.
going through the motions
trying to get to someplace
I don't know where
going nowhere fast

the Spinoza of Lombard Street

slow walks around fields
faster clocks during meetings
computer fever

Fever, Peggy lee
oh yeah

hypochondriac with Aspergers syndrome
I can catch a disease just by Googling™ it. Oy
I have to check into the Studio Eight asylum every day just to see what condition my condition is in

I read the news on Studio Eight today
The English army has won the war.

surreal childishness, naked greed, pettiness and tribal hatred

each breath
lets me know
i belong
ive been here
i know
i am now
your thoughts
define mine

sonofthesun wrote: ↑

April 11th, 2020, 12:49 am

each breath
lets me know
i belong
ive been here
i know
i am now
your thoughts
define mine

strangely united
borderless situation
unmasked gratitude

faces unmasked
essences of: wireman and Jack

Solid jamming
perpetually
et spiritu sanctuSolid jamming
perpetually
et spiritu sanctu

gratitude indeed

walked in the woods
Deer Creek floating by with the clouds
old mills were just everywhere
yesterday hiked back in time
to see the remnants of another era
from the African American town of Kalmia
the flint mill, the iron mill
mining the vein quartz for porcelain
so much history beneath my feet
so much power generated by the forces of ancient waters
that flowed to the Chesapeake Bay
we be jammin