Bandit Notions

[the mingo]

'bye bye Miss American Pie ..."
can't get that song out of my head - hell, I can't get my head out of my head - wait, what makes us think we have any head in the first place? - location location location - consciousness must have a location - really? is that true? and if so why? Why the hell would we think that? Denial of the fittest ... toke that pipe if you want to stay ripe - a song started this - some things are so hard to believe we end up denying their reality - denial of the fittest -

plunging into the next line we come face to face with deep fish in deep places - I'd like to see a fish try to eat a bowl of Cheerios -

[the mingo]

human sex has not changed in 500,000 years ...

[the mingo]

" Do not conform any longer to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. "
Romans - Apostle Paul

I have never dyed my hair blond for any reason nor do I play the harp. I listen to music - I do not play it. One needs to eat cake once in awhile to remember the dead who have no such choice.

Songs sometimes use your head for a hotel - for hanging around awhile - haunting the hallways driving you crazy - no they dont stay forever because songs have their own destinations & they are always on the way to them but they stop here and there for who knows what reason most of the time in your head.

The true dadaist does not indeed cannot exist. When France became part of South America microscopic mites invaded the kingdom of the dogs many of whom then opted to escape to Antarctica. When they got there they made up signs and marched up & down the edge of the ice sheets with the signs held high. the signs said, "Free the Water! Free the Water!" The humans called this first "global warming" then "climate change" and worried about it. Some even panicked.

If it wernt for the notion of rent I would have no place to live.

I wonder what the electrical resistance of my brain is - measured in ohms. I have an Evod tank on my iTaste MVP whose resistance I can measure by screwing it into the test port of my meter box but my head is too big for the test port so I just dont know.

One of my cousins has seemingly disappeared. Her old place has no curtains in the windows anymore and no cars in the driveway. She was always threatening to get to the East Indies by sailing west - I think she decided that time was growing short and made good on her threat. So I figure she's out to sea somewhere and not in a boat with sails and all that. She always wanted her own nuclear submarine - the ultimate phallic symbol of our times.

I was astonished the other day to find a vid on youtube about Sex in Ancient Egypt - who are the academics kidding? ? ?

The momentary is the ruler of our lives.

[stilltrucking]

old songs on broken radios never last too long johnprineshrine
I was raised on radio
big tubes glowing in the dark, by the firelight of a wood stove, listening to the news from Europe and all the ships at sea

I have Charles Bonnet syndrome
I was blinded by the light
Oh light that blinds! I cannot see--please look out for me. Firesign Theater

don't mind me I got the rockin pheumonia and the macadam fever.
Hot as hell in texas, and I been starting too late in the mornings
got to watch I don't stroke out.
I wish I had a kayak too, I got the Macadam road blues this morning

[the mingo]

Wow nice shot! I was gonna take the camera kayaking yesterday but find out last moment the batts were low - next time ... now I got Blinded By The Light roaming around in my head - "& little Early Purly came by in his Curly Whirly and asked me if I needed a ride >>>" ... that don't look like a road with a lot of glide to me - hope ya got some big fat tires on that bike - man, send a pic of your bike -

I want a bike with all the rust still on it like the ratrods you see in all those pics... yeah and big fat tires somebody's ol' mountain bike for bopping around - something that can take it ya know?

A Kerouac bike ... i'll put a coyote or raccoon skull on the handlebars - hell yeah Mongolia

[the mingo]

My great grandmother had one of those big radios in her living room this thing was boss - a single huge dial on the front of the cabinet - it glowed green like a Chrysler dashboard - wood cabinet almost 4 foot tall - this thing was so cool I can't even talk about it - when you turned it on the dial had this erotic click and you stood there listening to the hum of all those tubes powering up - man what a rush! and a huge big speaker sounded so rich -

[the mingo]

"I don't give two shits about ancient Ethiopean architecture."
The Book of Dogs - Anon

I drove my levee to the 100 promises of God - dark woman playing banjo on my knee
i said truck her up now & we'll be king & queen of the river - gamblers in every town for us to pass our shadows over & through - it's not enough anymore to tell the weather - up periscope! man the trusty tube! romance the lance! keep eye on the spiders! we will broke for the go and the gone o for the gone! mess up the sheets don't leave anything clean or untouched behind who's gonna wanna clatter up their yap with much lip bout destruction? The carnivals of flesh along dark roads - Ferris Wheel! Ferris Wheel!

We don't need to burn it - we only need to pass through. Just that. Bloodlust & breakfast - hurray for Ireland! - I don't need no green slut but one who's grass has turned dry and scratches the wind - all the softness banked and gone underground.

some garden that. I'm one.

[stilltrucking]

" Do not conform any longer to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. " Romans - Apostle Paul.

Talk about the transformation of the gospel of Christ.

no woman, but I am okay, no woman no cry singing along with bob

sorry about that picture I should have given attribution, not mine but from a wiki article on Macadam roads.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macadam
Yeah fat tires I could not make it with out them. I listen to them crunch on the loose gravel and chew on the words you write.

[the mingo]

yeah that's what I want - something solid like that - with big road going tires that could stand up to pissed off snapping turtles - hell yeah - a true Mongolian bike worthy of the Khan himself

PS - thx for the pic Jack-

[the mingo]

"There is no dearth of debacles. It's a copious situation."
Book of Dogs - Anon

what wide load?
put up a sign why don't ya?
ya think this is ancient Mesopotamia? - home of the mud brick mind
hunters became farmers so long ago
it's difficult to find
the original wreckage site
shit - sit in this chair long enough
i'll be fat & warty
as any toad
gonna go rip me some new scars
hell, maybe pile me up some mud bricks
so I can stand on top of them
and look at the stars
that's got to be a great waste of something

[the mingo]

“Speech. The din of a Tribe doing its business. You can’t control it, you can’t correct it, you can only listen to it and use it as it is. If you want to write you have to want to build things out of language and in order to do that you have to know, really know in your ear and in your tongue and, later, on the page, that language is speech.”

Lew Welch

[stilltrucking]

speaking of
that's got to be a great waste of something
I suppose that is how i feel about the new testament of the gospel of christ as it has come down to us, everytime I hear a professor quote some lies of the church fathers I want to rip his lying tongue out of his mouth


speaking of testaments, you know there was no new test beofre the old one, like there was no black and white tv before color
what does it all mean Lew
where did you hide the body
watching for buzzards when I ride
O.T. got some putdowns of dogs and women,
like a dog to its vomit I return to the scene

not to change the subject but
you ever read a poem so good it pisses you off?
and god created woman
you wrote a poem
you said it all got damit
Wish the hell I could rite like dat
it is all so wonderful this thing you call God, and I write G d, when I am Quacking* before it
i am a quacker from way back now
how can I even begin to express the power, the wonder, the terrible intricacies of a creator god. Be it a savage god of Mesoamerica or Mesopotamia...




*i once wrote on litkicks I am a quacker
that typo pissed everybody off, even the Buddhists
one called me an old fucking fool
and he was probably right.
i loved litkicks, sorry when I got barred from life there in the fast lane
but thank god God G d, or D g I got studio eight
which is eight times better than litchicks, thanks to the woman of studio eight, my fat lady jesus in the front row


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScjEYmS1tds

[the mingo]

yeah I've read plenty that's pissed me off - some of it good stuff too, both the subject and the writing of it - some of it good enough that when I was done with the reading of it I just wanted to grab the nearest three foot piece of 2 x 4 and start whacking the writer with it ...

so I think I know what you mean ...

as for being an old fucking fool - hell, ain't we all?

[the mingo]

PS - Lew Welch - just recently began digging into him - didn't know much except he was connected to what they call the Beats - suicide and all I think we could have been friends

[stilltrucking]

I met him in the parking lot of Dr. Doom's truck stop back in the spring of 1971. He was walking towards me with a beatific smile and looking me right in the face I glared back at him.

somebody on liberty hall had the user name stillglaring

and stephen stills was singing You Know You Got to Run on the juke box.

I wanted to be a healer, not a poet, but poets are healers, maybe I should have majored in English not Pre-med


I think about that Anabuse™
Lew Welch Online Works
got to be a better way
st jack had a right to drink himself to death
so did Lew

big pharma sometimes I want to howl at the moon like Lon Channey and rip their throats out with my teeth. Toothless tiger that I am, I wish upon a star, to first do no harm.