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constantine
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constantine
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when i was a kid and bored - i would sit on the back porch and watch the trucks on the harbor tunnel thruway and keep a survey (as i called it) of which company's trucks rode by the most. the front runners were allied, akers, stevenson, and birmingham (i believe those were the names.) i was a lonely boy!
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stilltrucking
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Surfing for info on Ono I found this
The Bridge of Dreams
He has a good article about her on the Japanese Literature Link.
Where I found this one
The Bridge of Dreams
He has a good article about her on the Japanese Literature Link.
Where I found this one
speaking of empty beer bottlesThe long rains falling
Provoked you to consider
Your mortality--
Listening to the same rain
Provokes me to think of mine
Got a little window that opens up when I turn on my machine that informs me my computer could be at risk from one threat or another. Hell, everything's at risk. Always. Who are these people anyways?
Did something to my back yesterday changing a tire on the Jeep. Been walking around since bent and to the side. The pain woke me up this morning about 3:30 in the a.m. Got out of bed and hit the ibuprofen. Took awhile but it finally took some of the edge off. Allows me to sit here and type anyways. If I ever write a book no matter what it's about I'm gonna title it "Edge Off".
Was backing out of my parking spot at the coffee shop this morning when I saw that someone else was backing into theirs. Since we going to back into each other if one of us didn't stop I halted and waited for the other driver to finish. Well, the other driver noticed me at the same time and they stopped. So now the both of us are sitting there. I took my vehicle out of reverse to signal for them to go ahead. They don't catch on to this right away. By the time they do was right about when I was getting tired of waiting for them to make up their mind.They finish backing into their spot and now the both of us can look each other in the eye. I had a smile all brushed off and ready when I looked down. A young woman was looking up at me. With bottle blonde hair. I wish women would quit coloring their hair. Their own hair is usually beautiful but they think for some reason that nature shorted them and they are going to make it right by mucking it up completely. She didn't have a smile on her face. She was looking up at me with that "Are you stupid?" look. Ya know, I side with the notion that God is in charge but I'll have to say I've noticed that the Devil works his angles nonetheless & collects his due about 99% of the time without fail.
On this date in 1939 World War II began with a naval bombardment. There is some kind of ceremony in Poland today to commemorate this so, in the words of the assembled dignitaries, "We do not repeat this terrible terrible tragedy." Right. Since when has remembering something stopped any of it from happening again?
Thought so.
Did something to my back yesterday changing a tire on the Jeep. Been walking around since bent and to the side. The pain woke me up this morning about 3:30 in the a.m. Got out of bed and hit the ibuprofen. Took awhile but it finally took some of the edge off. Allows me to sit here and type anyways. If I ever write a book no matter what it's about I'm gonna title it "Edge Off".
Was backing out of my parking spot at the coffee shop this morning when I saw that someone else was backing into theirs. Since we going to back into each other if one of us didn't stop I halted and waited for the other driver to finish. Well, the other driver noticed me at the same time and they stopped. So now the both of us are sitting there. I took my vehicle out of reverse to signal for them to go ahead. They don't catch on to this right away. By the time they do was right about when I was getting tired of waiting for them to make up their mind.They finish backing into their spot and now the both of us can look each other in the eye. I had a smile all brushed off and ready when I looked down. A young woman was looking up at me. With bottle blonde hair. I wish women would quit coloring their hair. Their own hair is usually beautiful but they think for some reason that nature shorted them and they are going to make it right by mucking it up completely. She didn't have a smile on her face. She was looking up at me with that "Are you stupid?" look. Ya know, I side with the notion that God is in charge but I'll have to say I've noticed that the Devil works his angles nonetheless & collects his due about 99% of the time without fail.
On this date in 1939 World War II began with a naval bombardment. There is some kind of ceremony in Poland today to commemorate this so, in the words of the assembled dignitaries, "We do not repeat this terrible terrible tragedy." Right. Since when has remembering something stopped any of it from happening again?
Thought so.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
. In the City of Deformed Babies all sex is supernatural.
The motorcycle was born before dawn, the automobile after midnight.
A torrent spirit slings ink every which way.
I have the appetite of a mob & in similar fashion batteries of grinding teeth.
Countless birds live in any crack of the wall.
From the very first America decided that murder was important to the security of a free state. At least in the beginning it was public affair. It's the hiding of it today that turns an exultant crime into just one more banal enterprise.
I came across the phrase "preliminary study" this morning in my rambles. Isn't all study "preliminary" ?
Another phrase I happened on was "creative loafing". Now there's something I can sink a tooth or two into.
Words move me. So does fire. As in getting out of the way of. So many diversions! There is no way to be bored in a place like this. Anytime I hear someone utter the words "I'm bored" I know I'm listening to a lazy individual needing attention and wanting it served up to them on a platter. Truth is they are just plain uninteresting.
The motorcycle was born before dawn, the automobile after midnight.
A torrent spirit slings ink every which way.
I have the appetite of a mob & in similar fashion batteries of grinding teeth.
Countless birds live in any crack of the wall.
From the very first America decided that murder was important to the security of a free state. At least in the beginning it was public affair. It's the hiding of it today that turns an exultant crime into just one more banal enterprise.
I came across the phrase "preliminary study" this morning in my rambles. Isn't all study "preliminary" ?
Another phrase I happened on was "creative loafing". Now there's something I can sink a tooth or two into.
Words move me. So does fire. As in getting out of the way of. So many diversions! There is no way to be bored in a place like this. Anytime I hear someone utter the words "I'm bored" I know I'm listening to a lazy individual needing attention and wanting it served up to them on a platter. Truth is they are just plain uninteresting.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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stilltrucking
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- Location: Oz or somepLace like Kansas
Only the young get bored.
.
Remember Kerouac & Dylan?
She used to have the tagline
"Being bored is not being able to do what you want."
My favorite lines from a song about boredom:
Do you mean the first European?
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Remember Kerouac & Dylan?
She used to have the tagline
"Being bored is not being able to do what you want."
My favorite lines from a song about boredom:
The first american?"Shut up stilltrucking I am bored with your blues
Many a man has traveled this road
Faced all the troubles and took all the blows" the Spinoza of Baltimore.
Do you mean the first European?
Yeah you're right Jack, the first European. The one that did all that graffiti in those caves.
Rode home from work last night under the eye of the full moon. Last of the summer moons this one. The next one will be the first of the autumn moons.
When autumn comes
love, even if it's all alone,
dances in the fields that
have lost all their green
it dances all day under the sun
dances all night under the moon
There are statues of George Washington all over this country. The pigeons have been decorating every one of them for years with their shit. Will we never learn ?
This poem is a small bird
all by itself singing at the
beginning of this day
I promised not to tell anyone about it
and I haven't
I have a friend who is a clinger. It's been his way ever since he was born. He's so good at it that when he dies his bones will cling to his grave in the same way forever.
my mind
never sleeps
it may close its eyes
from time to time
but it never sleeps
It occurs to me at this late date that my life has been a pilgrimage with no beginning. So I wonder after I die will I be paid for all the work I did while on pilgrimage or will I find there is yet more work to do ?
I occupy this mind but for a moment. There is a bird here with me. When I am gone another will take my place. Will he have a bird with him ? I hope so - the mind is a hard place to be if you have no neighbors to share it with.
Seamless is the morning
Seamless is the day
Seamless is the evening
Seamless is the night where
all the shadows disappear
Good Morning Studio 8 Goodnite Studio 8. Have a glorious in-between!
Rode home from work last night under the eye of the full moon. Last of the summer moons this one. The next one will be the first of the autumn moons.
When autumn comes
love, even if it's all alone,
dances in the fields that
have lost all their green
it dances all day under the sun
dances all night under the moon
There are statues of George Washington all over this country. The pigeons have been decorating every one of them for years with their shit. Will we never learn ?
This poem is a small bird
all by itself singing at the
beginning of this day
I promised not to tell anyone about it
and I haven't
I have a friend who is a clinger. It's been his way ever since he was born. He's so good at it that when he dies his bones will cling to his grave in the same way forever.
my mind
never sleeps
it may close its eyes
from time to time
but it never sleeps
It occurs to me at this late date that my life has been a pilgrimage with no beginning. So I wonder after I die will I be paid for all the work I did while on pilgrimage or will I find there is yet more work to do ?
I occupy this mind but for a moment. There is a bird here with me. When I am gone another will take my place. Will he have a bird with him ? I hope so - the mind is a hard place to be if you have no neighbors to share it with.
Seamless is the morning
Seamless is the day
Seamless is the evening
Seamless is the night where
all the shadows disappear
Good Morning Studio 8 Goodnite Studio 8. Have a glorious in-between!
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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stilltrucking
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judih
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Edge off
take it or leave
jump it or drool from it
there's always an eagle to chew your liver, never fear
and while the cat's away, the sound of music opens cave doors
hallucination coming to the rescue
dizzy and faint
we can transition
sweetly chariot-charged
we can order the deluxe installment
and wait for dessert
hey mingo, your genius for sardonic association has kept me alive many a crucial moment.
& still poetics, you truck em so well
take it or leave
jump it or drool from it
there's always an eagle to chew your liver, never fear
and while the cat's away, the sound of music opens cave doors
hallucination coming to the rescue
dizzy and faint
we can transition
sweetly chariot-charged
we can order the deluxe installment
and wait for dessert
hey mingo, your genius for sardonic association has kept me alive many a crucial moment.
& still poetics, you truck em so well
Come to think of it there is never a moment anywhere where something is not happening. It is a rock solid impossibility & everybody knows it.
Family. Short etymology - Middle English familie, from Latin familia meaning household, from famulus, servant. That last one surprised me. Servant. Never thought about it before. I think it is meant to denote the servants a noble or well off family might have. But there is something more in this. Servant -this word is the latin rendering of the Greek word "doulos", meaning slave. To attend or wait upon, devoted to the service of another,also a professed lover. If we were to think of our relations in this manner, think if you were to hold yourself as servant/slave to all other members of your family at the same time holding them as servant/slave to yourself in an active dynamic of the expression of power & love. Family. Family is greater even than love in the human realm. If a person loses his family he or she immediately begins a search for another group or gathering to replace it. If we cannot find a family among our own kind we will substitute animals in their place, everything from mammals to birds to reptiles to insects &/or plants. If no suitable animate object will suffice we will use inanimate ones. Think of Wilson in the movie Castaway. If we cannot find a family we will build one. Family we must and will have. Even though this is all worth a thought or two I stop short of obsessing on it any further except to mention its dark & frightening aspect when twisted. Two examples of this are the Jack the Ripper & Adolph Hitler, both of whom obviously had mothers and both of whom went on to create unique families of their own.
I was still up last night at three in the morning when all hell broke loose out in the dark. Several unseen but nearby coyotes exploded into an energetic howling that got the neighborhood dogs all excited until it was hard to tell the wild animals from the domestic ones. They all got going pretty good and kept it up so long that two owls felt moved to join in the bedlam. First time I've ever heard that. I was painting when this concert broke out. I put down my brush & listened. It finally ended as suddenly as it had begun leaving only the crickets to carry on. When I picked up my brush once more my painting took on an entirely new direction.
My woman has been playing some online crossword styled game as I've been writing this. She has been asking me questions from time to time about the things that have come up in her course of play this morning. She just asked me "Do you remember the piece of advice Mrs. Potato Head gave Mr. Potato Head as he was preparing to leave on his rescue mission in the movie Toy Story 2 ? Surprising myself I said yes I do. Mrs. Potato Head said; 'And don't forget your Angry Eyes'. "
Now she's asking me the dog's name in Peter Pan. Couldn't remember that one. Enter Google!
A people born in porn. Don't know. it just blossomed in the midst of my mind. Anyways...this is where the mingo stands & this is what he sees. 9:25 A.M.,Sunday the 6th of September, 2009.
PS - Have a hell of a fine day and don't forget your "angry eyes".
Family. Short etymology - Middle English familie, from Latin familia meaning household, from famulus, servant. That last one surprised me. Servant. Never thought about it before. I think it is meant to denote the servants a noble or well off family might have. But there is something more in this. Servant -this word is the latin rendering of the Greek word "doulos", meaning slave. To attend or wait upon, devoted to the service of another,also a professed lover. If we were to think of our relations in this manner, think if you were to hold yourself as servant/slave to all other members of your family at the same time holding them as servant/slave to yourself in an active dynamic of the expression of power & love. Family. Family is greater even than love in the human realm. If a person loses his family he or she immediately begins a search for another group or gathering to replace it. If we cannot find a family among our own kind we will substitute animals in their place, everything from mammals to birds to reptiles to insects &/or plants. If no suitable animate object will suffice we will use inanimate ones. Think of Wilson in the movie Castaway. If we cannot find a family we will build one. Family we must and will have. Even though this is all worth a thought or two I stop short of obsessing on it any further except to mention its dark & frightening aspect when twisted. Two examples of this are the Jack the Ripper & Adolph Hitler, both of whom obviously had mothers and both of whom went on to create unique families of their own.
I was still up last night at three in the morning when all hell broke loose out in the dark. Several unseen but nearby coyotes exploded into an energetic howling that got the neighborhood dogs all excited until it was hard to tell the wild animals from the domestic ones. They all got going pretty good and kept it up so long that two owls felt moved to join in the bedlam. First time I've ever heard that. I was painting when this concert broke out. I put down my brush & listened. It finally ended as suddenly as it had begun leaving only the crickets to carry on. When I picked up my brush once more my painting took on an entirely new direction.
My woman has been playing some online crossword styled game as I've been writing this. She has been asking me questions from time to time about the things that have come up in her course of play this morning. She just asked me "Do you remember the piece of advice Mrs. Potato Head gave Mr. Potato Head as he was preparing to leave on his rescue mission in the movie Toy Story 2 ? Surprising myself I said yes I do. Mrs. Potato Head said; 'And don't forget your Angry Eyes'. "
Now she's asking me the dog's name in Peter Pan. Couldn't remember that one. Enter Google!
A people born in porn. Don't know. it just blossomed in the midst of my mind. Anyways...this is where the mingo stands & this is what he sees. 9:25 A.M.,Sunday the 6th of September, 2009.
PS - Have a hell of a fine day and don't forget your "angry eyes".
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Oh man, your images are sparking. Your words always entertain. I love this mingo oasis where I can come back time and again and find treasure and peaceful rest for my aching brain.
I came. I read. I fell asleep in a pine cone cove. And now I arise refresh'ed.
I came. I read. I fell asleep in a pine cone cove. And now I arise refresh'ed.
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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