whatever it takes me to make it through the day

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19vApPwWqh8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjO_OK03 ... 0049575F41

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"as I went down to the river to pray studying about that good old way'

the beginning of memory anthropogeny and the protestant work effort

bitch spell checkers I am pretty sure that is spelled right

http://carta.anthropogeny.org/

the beginning of memory for me that don't back more then three score and ten probably, but, do I have some ancient memory in me? By acculturation perhaps.
Another construct, or concept or reification, the collective unconscious the wise men say.

"trying to get somewhere but I don't no where
struggle on the east coast for my west coast fare
trying to get somewhere but I don't know where"
going through the motions going nowhere's fast" jitterbug

been on my mind all morning
Listening to music on my day off
a typical day for me cause it seems like I am always off a lot.

"with a dollar in my pocket I can hear that highway call, and a dollar in my pocket I can hear that highway sound" jitterbug the spinoza of jewtown

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to make it through the day
up at sunrise
smoke
eat
write
music

these days run on
I hardly hear the tick tock
Why should I stop to count the bell strokes
we knowers have no time for experience.

"sady in search of"
and thirty years
" in back of
myself and my slow moving dreams"

I need to weigh myself today
I been ducking that scale for days

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Everything I know is wrong. No doubt I need an algorithm to make through the day.

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similes and metaphors

grist for the mill
words for the writer's hand

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my refuge on the net
studio eight

[constantine]

you wouldn't believe lombard street now - jack's is there, but it's called lenny's - weiss and attmans deli are there, but the bldgs around them are gone. wish you were here so we could walk around and talk.

[constantine]

oh yeah - lest i forget - if it is truly your birthday have a good one!

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No i was just goofing with the birthday, Mine is December 7, 1940 one year before the World Trade Center was attacked.
Thanks for the poetry.
Please pardon my idiosyncratic replies.
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I remember bubbie.
She was the most powerful woman in my life, even more than dear old mom.
Picture is from a Baltimore Sun article about the people along Eastern Ave.


I would help her pluck the feathers from the chickens, and after she cleaned them she would take the entrails and wrap them around her cat's neck because it amused her to watch him trying to eat them off his neck. She always had gray cats with white chests, she called them Maltese Cats and said they were the best mousers. But being close to the harbor we had wharf rats too, no cat could kill them. It took a good dog, a rat terrier or something like it.

I can still see the pot cooking on her big cast iron kitchen stove, the chicken feet sticking out of the pot. She used every bit of that chicken, chicken feet were a delicacy. And she would save the fat,, the chicken schmaltz, and spread it on bread like butter.
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You know I have no memory that any adult in my family every spoke to me of heaven or hell, there was no talk of an after life no talk of punishment or reward. I know they believed in G d. They were othodox jews. My grandfather's synagogue was on Llyod St, the one that is now a museum. There was another synegogue on Chester St that was converted to a pool hall after the exodus to the suburbs. Of any pool hall I have ever been in it had the best feng shui. Such great light in there, they way it would slant down on the tables through the smoke and the accoustics were superb.

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In the whole psychology of the "Gospel" the concepts of guilt and punishment are lacking, and so is that of reward. "Sin," which means anything that puts a distance between God and man, is abolished -- this is precisely the "glad tidings." Eternal bliss is not merely promised, nor is it bound up with conditions: it is conceived as the only reality -- what remains consists merely of signs useful in speaking of it.
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the anti christ

Happiest years of my childhood spent in that house at eastern and caroline.
Bubbie Eastern Avenue and Caroline St.

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If I was in the real world with real people I would need real money. Even in this world too.

Real money