Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

to the antenna mind
the long-gone glyph sifting radar tuning fork mind
to the satellite disk rotating mind
the runneth over cupped mind

the sounds and symbols
of earth and water
the roar and scream of birth and death
the blanket of yesterday
and the newly sprouting hope of soon

to that and to this
a cat lands on its feet
living life for another round


judih

got a low-grade fever
and an empty refrigerator
last dregs of 2004

malaise

to that and to this
a cat lands on its feet
living life for another round

how well cats deal with existential suffering
sometimes I got broadband
sometimes I am in a dim light
my brain on dial up
thinking about Ry Cooder for some reason

Jesus on the mainline
I hope you feeling beetter
I like that jam a lot
I been feeling jammed out on baltimore
jamming it away when I need to let it stew in my mind
I know it is a different city now
I could see the rebirth starting long ago, people like Barbara Mikulski back in the sixties fighting the good fight.


take care

i got broadband on a narrow cable
i got dim light in a forest fire
i got dial up with nobody home

pot's full............gas is on high....all this damp weather put's a cold on ya if ya ain't careful....sittin' here warm....sittin'here "GO!"....sitttin' here fingers typin'...mind workin' faster than I ever expected....each stream of thought like a wave... then.....yes dot dot dot dot....a kinda rambling continuance ....nuff said bout the form...ya might even call it the voice of the streets......the job....such a nasty word we aughta change it right now....sounds kinda awnry.....I like pastime with fringes....lil rectangular pieces of printed paper with famous faces on em....fringes ....that's why I like to keep lots of instruments around smiling at me...time to go to that world of music....bye

i got http://www.wmnf.orgplaying Bobby Hicks' show Thursday morning.
His brother was in my cancer unit off an on for a couple of years. He passed away last autumn.

Bobby calls himself the "Radical Cracker."

His brother was Don. I used to call him Dan Hicks with his hot licks.

Hear Mr. Satan

another one got away.

He didn't bring nobody extra with' em.

He prefers the Bardo with reefers and hide an seekers
You can have the peekers, tho
cause we'll be peekin at chu.

I wanna get a harmonica
and a wooden flute
and a kazoo
an a coronet
learn to play some specific licks
just a few arrangements
blues cords
jazz progressions
a melody or two

I have a friend he used to have a violin.
He only knew one song but it was a good one.
Played it standing at the end on the room
while we sat on the couch tossing roaches into his army helmet.

Get a tune and play it.
The antennaes are low key.

“Postmodernism. Right in front of you. Your laptop embodies new ways of thinking, carries you to them (or them to you), and opens you to them.” 

i got dim light in a forest fire

I got a dim light by a tv screen

nuff said bout the form...ya might even call it the voice of the streets...
............gas is on high..

orleans and forest streets buried under a seventeen story public housing apartment building, out door walkways behind floor to ceiling wire fences, looked like a seventeen story zoo for dark complexioned people
beneath that pile of concrete and people is a trap door
beneath that trapdoor is a head full of snakes.

I got a insight to day wire4man the story wont come out in one long continous scroll I dont got a sound track for it, no jazz no blues, it is just going to spurt in bits and pieces, jams pushing the petal to the metal, hammer hammer and gracias amigo

...Hear Mr. Satan

another one got away.

Get a tune and play it.
The antennaes are low key.

Listening to the sound track of the mummy a head full of deserts and tombls
Blues for Allah and Buddhist corpse meditation.
my tunes are minimal, got to hear them now to hear them now, a brain defedt, puts me in the dark when the subject turns to music, I am merely a consumer, but as the wireman said, nuff talk about forms, this is the melody the tune of my words played the the tippy tap tippy of keyes.
"my dearest friends are perfect strangers, they wish me freedom and self destruction"
just a trashy cowboy song, dont mean nothing

Is slang the more preferable mode of Anglish to a more proper English? I once talked with an English professor at a college in southwest Georgia. I asked him which was more important, the ability to be effusive expressive or a channeled orderly straight talk.
He, of course said learning straight talk was most important.

That's over the line as far as I am concerned, zeus.
I mean what frequency is your tuner on, man?

I mean what frequency is your tuner on, man?

no idea how many times a minute my heart beats
how many breaths per minute
I talk a lot on the phone, four or five hours a day at work and god only knows how many hours talking to my sister. I listen to my breath I used to make fun of the NPR gasp, cant remember which one it was but they had a news reader who would take long inhales before speaking, he would go on for a half hour in one breath.
Me I cant get two or three words out without drawing another breath.
my lungs like a swamp, but I tell my self I ain't suicidal, just like to smoke, fucking ain't walked in a week, so much for my zen practice, does this sound like self pity, or self loathing, well I tell ya jimboloco, I just thank god I got any freqeuncy left at all, I figure if my heart is still beating, it is beating the same as anybody elses, what ever frequency that is. meanwhile I got these text boxes and some kind of Tejano music playing in the back ground, spanish lyrics that resonate with out meaning. go,

to that and to this
a cat lands on its feet
living life for another round

Well it is easy to take yer own pulse.....do it for 15 seconds then double it then double again, that be yer minute pulse.....say you count 19 in 15 seconds, then double it to 38 then again to 76 bpm.

Watching your breath is always a calming process, an experience that it seems is an integral part of natural human wiring.....I'd say that if you watch your breathing in front of a clock for 15 seconds, then repeat it again, you will not only have a breath coubt (times 2) but you will also experience a calming.

When yer breathing you are tight. Relax the bronchial muscles. Like nerve-muscle fiber in the walls of the bronchus, tuned to receive fight-or-flight signals, why bronchodilators have an adreneline effect. Calming also can relax the bronchial constriction that comes from allergy, or emphezema.
If you are smoking cigarrettes, well, as they say, c'est la vie.....

Better to smoke occasionally through a hookah.
oh yeah do some kava kava. a natural herb hypnotic, but of taken in small quantities is a muscle relaxer and mental soothing agent, espacially if taken in combo with valerian root, hops (beer, good beer)....