Mile Marker Zion

[the mingo]

I thought I posted a painting here yesterday but it's not here today so now I assume I have been a victim of my own mind & generated a false memory... anyways...

Naked & everything ...

Manifold manifestations. The introduction of female hormones into the male makes for a flying wolf.

A helicoptor just went by. A military bird. Made the windows rattle.

My cycles are turtled by a small jar full of tiny stones - this scene comes complete with the call of distant crows & a window outside of which everything is green except the sky.

I understand installation art. I understand coffee. Also I'm slave to love. And magnitudes, both escalating & diminishing.

A passing moment - I'm spending this one inside a buffalo (aka American Bison). There is a river in here edged with trees. The air is warm. Swimming pools, Movie Stars.

Movie Stars -

God sent His Spirit to say that there is time for everything. For the guitars. For the old men. For the horses frightened by the appearance of comets.

West of the sea & east of the Mississippi. The first of the summer moons comes to my backyard and the wind is with her too. It's midsummer and I want to go with them as mysterious as the day I came.



...there, that's done.

[still.trucking]

I don't understand God. I have read that Charles Taylor the monster of Liberia has converted to Judaism.


Sorry for the ramble Thank you so much for the blue picture, I got a nice song to go with it if you don't mind.
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=16651

I thought I posted a painting here yesterday but it's not here today so now I assume I have been a victim of my own mind & generated a false memory... anyways..

it is funny as in uncanny feeling that:

Ja
false memory. you ever wonder if you get your dream memories entangled up in your conscious so called real life objective experience.



I have had the same dream a couple of times now that I read a post on studio eight called The Jack of Nightmares.

But I have not found it yet.

Listening to a kids show on PBS today about fathers. A Navajo telling stories.

I choked back a sob thinking of Crazy Mike.

Happy fathers day old man.

[the mingo]

I can hear typing in the other room
Someone there is writing a story about
the knowledge of death -

it will not have
a satisfactory ending.

there will be guesses
consolations, sympathies,
condolences and
no conclusions

and then a moving on,
as in harmony

[the mingo]

Moving on is the best course. Indeed it is the only one ever offered. Even if a cousin is pregnant. Even if the sidekick is dead. Even if you have to go back and capitalize the "E" on "even" because you somehow overlooked it on your first pass. Even if thoughts of Japan or Australia arise (remember them?). You think that if you had a kayak you would put it in the stream and head out for the river right about now. Because the sidekick is dead. Because you wanted to pick a flower not realising it had already gone to seed. Gone to the future where you cannot go but will, someday, be. Evil eats the many on the way. It only takes the smallest part of a moment for everything to go dark and never any way to know when it happened until it's way too late. That's the name of the road that carries the many, Until It's Way Too Late Road. Man. He trades the greatest of freedoms for the smallest piece of selfishness that he can. And he calls it a life.

[still.trucking]

the burden of freedom
is too much to bare
so I pick up my cross and follow

"Jesus broke the wild horse in my heart" Flying Burrito Brothers

I am mediated down to my toes
A road runs up my spinal cord
My life in the wind

Many the day
I listened too
My mama say

It is too late Jackie
So I made it my mantra
I made it true

Serves me right for being a mama's boy.
She only broke my heart twice
for all the heart ache I caused her
"I am the only hell my mama every raised" johnny paycheck

It was a good day here
Nobody died
Except the side kick.

And I learned a new word

"neurotheology"

One prominent researcher, Andrew Newberg, a professor of nuclear medicine at the University of Pennsylvania, directs his university's recently founded Center for Spirituality and the Mind, a cross-disciplinary program devoted in part to the fledgling field of "neurotheology." In one respect, this venture marks yet another return to the legacy of William James, whose later work included his masterful Varieties of Religious Experience. a promising direction. They even suggest that if religion can learn something valuable about the unity of body and mind from science, then science might be able to relearn something from religion about the deepest purposes of our minds.

"A Feather on the Breath of God"

St. Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179)

“we are all just floating around like a feather in the wind.” Forest Gump

[still.trucking]

random quote

"It is not a woman I want―it is all women and I seek for them in those arond me, one by one...."

Dear Diary:

I talked to jitterbug this morning

I told him I been writing about him on studio eight.

as the Spinoza of Baltimore.

I opened PaintShop was going to try and paint the cover of a virology text book. I have not found the right tool to make the paint look like it has dripped around the bottom of the can leaving a perfect empty circle.

I can see that abstract painting now.
Two bit word
eidetic image
as if I can burn it into the wall with my eyes.

I can make the splattered paint into the image of a death lizard from outer space.

Ain't that special.>.,.,.,.,

Howdy Mingo

you been quiet lately
thought I would give you a shout.

I have heard it said that a double minded man is unstable in all his ways.

I am leaning on Jesus and shinning my little Buddha lamp to light my own way on "The Jesus road, the Navajo calls it
I got one foot on it and the other on a banana peel

It only takes one step.
one small step for a man

>><><

Jesus is easy for me, I don't feel any need to defend him or my faith.

[the mingo]

I've been busy, Jack. Working with lights after dark out in the yard. Moving rocks & driftwood around. Making light gardens. Capturing chipmunks and deporting them nine miles away to the edge of the lake. Also was attacked by crackers which will be in my next post. Some good smoke came my way a few days ago on my birthday. That has taken up some of my time. In fact a case could be made for it being the cause of the situations that have happened around the lodge here the last few days. Never saw it coming that I would end up on the Post Solstice Chipmunk Live Capture & Deportation Patrol...anyways. Onwards to Zion!! Thanks for the shout.

[the mingo]

Last night just before 4 a.m. I was attacked by crackers. And butter. And peanut butter. And a jar of raspberry jam. The crackers were coming down from the ceiling. Up from the floor. Coming right out of the counter top. They had me cornered in the kitchen. I barely had time to set up a skirmish line & grab a butter knife. I stuck it in the butter, then the peanut butter, then the jam. Under fire I managed to spread it on each member of the oncoming cracker hoard and then I ate every one. Dawn found me at my post, victorious & sated. I was alive! I was on it. I looked around at the crumbs decorating the battlefield and said "Its been an honor serving with you boys."

[the mingo]

[judih]

happy belated birthday wishes to you, sir mingo. glad to see you managed to deal with crackers and chipmunks while celebrating.

will Eden be surrounded by a wall? (paved paradise) i'm now curious

[the mingo]

Hi judih !! And thanks. Don't know if Eden is walled...experts of ancient Hebrew say the word "paradise" is indicative of a walled enclosure. Ancient Persian also has a similar word meaning "walled garden". Seems to me though that if you have a flaming sword flashing in every direction & put there by God to guard the way to the Tree of Life then a wall would be moot.

[the mingo]

Everyone is quite pleased with themselves around here this morning. The talk has been of coyote stories & the supernatural & stolen well-lit Jeeps that get dressed up in Xmas tree lights like south of the border. Crows outside are calling out the day.


One hundred dollar bills are not natural in my neck of the woods. Whenever one flashes its presence the cashiers check it with their lights.Twenty dollar bills pass without notice. Not even a fifty raises an eyebrow. But a $100 is magic, folks around here want to touch it, hold it up to the light. (Is it REAL?) It even has a special place. It never goes into the cash draw with the other mundane denominations, no. It always goes under the cash drawer. It's special. You travel with fast company when you're packing C-notes. Plastic may be powerful & sleek & shiny but a C-note is a sawed off shotgun pulled from beneath the seat of your ride. Cold, hard, no nonsense, up front, in your face & looking for the action.


Post Solstice Chipmunk Live Capture & Deportation Patrol Report - seven live captures so far, seven successful transports. May they all thrive in their new locations & may they all go with God.

Anyways ...

[mtmynd]

Plastic may be powerful & sleek & shiny but a C-note is a sawed off shotgun pulled from beneath the seat of your ride. Cold, hard, no nonsense, up front, in your face & looking for the action.

damn... that's a bit of expressionism if i ever read one.

cool, el mingo... very cool.

[judih]

absolutely love this thread. brilliant
and thanks for the chipmunk update, mingo

[the mingo]

mt & judih - thanks twice for reading & sayin', I appreciate it. It's good to hear from folks.

The Post Solstice Chipmunk Live Capture & Relocation Patrol has now removed 11 chipmunks from the property. Yesterday I caught two at once. Don't know how that happened because I was on the other side of the property working on a light garden when I heard the trapdoors bang shut. When I got back up to the trap site there were two chippies in the trap. I think they were chasing each other around nuts to butts like they do and wham! I rolled a double. We have declared a moratorium on captures for the next couple of days to see how many are left. I don't want to banish ALL of them. I'd miss them.