perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

Haunted life for WB
Escape through writing
Tangier & Beat hotels
Magic
Chance
Forays to South America
In search of yage
All the escape ingredients

[the mingo]

i just wonder
what we were escaping from
to end up here
wingless angels as the song says -
two feet of new snow in the yard
2.7 degrees
so i spend the evenings
all over the 'Net
dreaming of a new bike
o man o man o man
building haiku next to a propane fire
& throwing them into
a north wind

[WIREMAN]

Do waka
Finga snapa
Almost 2 daze
No powa
Battery low
Again
1 drink too many
Not me
That oscar winner
Excuses
Blame
Pin it on
Put the finga on
Jam cycles
& turns
6% power
Later

[stilltrucking]

I have escaped gravity
I gotta put a brick in my pocket to hold me down
just so I can sit down here and jam
Who do I trust?
I trust the Beat Matriarchs
we must not forget them

I learnt more from her in a flash,
Than if my brainpan were an empty hull,
And every Muse tumbled a science in.
Tennyson, from "Princess II," 1847
Muses or Maestros? Women of the Beat Generation

[WIREMAN]

Brain pan flash
Instant lightning
Scattered
Perceptions
Playing with my images
Joanne Kyger
The moon
Anne Waldman
The stars
Voice quivering
Poetic
Luanne
Alene
The Mexican girl
Esperanza
Where would them Beat cats be?

[the mingo]

fingers of bone
cradling a cigarette
burn it up
burn it up
1940's dumping ground
into the 50's
words giving birth
to the many
who too shall pass
ridin' the wave energy
ridin ' the wave energy
'til the coffee goes cold in the cup
sea to sea

[stilltrucking]

diesel smoke on dangerous curves
have you ever made love to a black widow spider
oh so sweet an orgasm so painless her bite
what's Bogart got in his pocket?


Geronimo and thank you Jesus
I wouldn't kid ya
I never went to bed with an ugly woman

cold cup of coffee with cigarette butts in it —ugh
bedtime for me

thank you for the high class jam

[WIREMAN]

Passin shoulds
In a coulda world
They climbed
The vultures flew
Old Bull's pistol shots
Ringing out in the night
Wild America
Wasn't that a tv show
But on the serious side of jam:
I gots 2 shows Sunday
Gettin ready, still creating
But mind on chill
Power back on
After 2 daze
Nice to hear that fan hummmmm

[still.trucking]

on the serious side?
seriously?

okay on the serious side of the road with langston hughes it was not my crystal stair to drugs and booze. not that there is anything wrong with that

it was my life my refuge my wife, what kept me going, an oasis of sweet solitude and anonymity, it was my zen practice listening to th Ommh of the diesel heart. I was happy I was terrified, it was satori and mile marker zero , on the highway to zion
you can wake from the cold in the arms of a nightmare knowing well your best days are gone are the words to a sad truckers song
lost the road in 2001 did not know what to do with myself, stumbled on litchiks and been hammer down on this silicon superslab ever since
it's such a lot feeling when you run out of road
or electricity.

magic nothing but magic



Oh yes Old bull had no other life
he was born to drive a truck
"Why Do Log Truck Drivers Rise Earlier Than Students of Zen... There is no other life"G.S.

I got them blue ridge mountain blues and I backed up more miles than Neal Cassady every drove.


stay warm amigo
I don't belong here with my trashy trucker ways I know
but studio eight been more tolerant of my autism than litkicks, I guess doreen got a better business model for mel

thank you all

[the mingo]

fuck mountains
fuck rivers
fuck the flats
fuck the road
fuck all
a cup of tea
to flush the kidneys
on another cold winter night
when the hell
is this stuff gonna quit already
fuck february

[stilltrucking]

fuck fuck
pluck a duck
fuck my luck

February must be national suicide month
Ah, broken is the golden bow
mad college girls dream of thunder birds

I made her up inside my head and now I got them east virginia blues again
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7Es1c-bqtA

[WIREMAN]

Horse u rode in on
Oldest alcohol establishment
in USA
What'd they do during prohibition?
Root beer I guess

Uptown this Sunday
Hampden doin the raga blues again
Minas gallery closing for good
Things changing
Rearranging
Reunion
It's like everything is change
Dig that siddartha

[stilltrucking]

hi yo silver
while I am on it
among the things I would like to fuck is
fuck face
face book

place creeps me out I wish I could remove myself from it
but different strokes different folks live and let live
I am too weird too autistic for facebook, I I dont want a pickle I just want to hang with a small circle of friends. on studio eight

raga blues
can't looze
booze been good to me
I got no problem with it, it was just #2 diesel was my drink on the road
enjoy whiskey oh yes
bought a liter of Old Forester for New Years

whiskey river take my mind
but I keep a close watch on my back in bars
mean drunks and stagger lee
I just go for the music
oh yeah I shot a man in reno just to watch him dance
jack kerouac was a beautiful cat

[the mingo]

yes & i'm in the kitchen
workin on a painting
too cold to work upstairs
been ganged up with ghosts
for lack of a better word
but don't think bogart or anything like that
haunt-a-taunt maybe more like it
personal history with lungs maybe
when it's like this i call them "crossings"
yeah - crossings
they got magic feet
spiritual toes they can almost move
knees that almost can bend
which is what i'm afraid of sure
but i guess if they actually got here
managed to break thru
& said to go with them
i think i might
dig your wire sculpts Mark
the shadows they cast on your wall
just jazz me out like coastline where
there are no houses for miles & miles
Jack - you rockin' it down there on the flats
i can hear the hum of it all the way up here
to the frozen ground i stand on
judih - you a masterpiece of breathing
if there are other worlds
we are on them
pancho & lefty too

[stilltrucking]

DELIBERATION

lIVING ON TULSA TIME
GOTTA GET BACK TO IT
A BETTER WAY
WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM FRIENDS

musicians are gods to me
so much power over me

what is jam
to me it is a weapon for peace between all of my brothers
it is about language confusion and jam and the human use of human beings

and I ask myself, what the fuck am I doing here with two cool cats like mingo and wireman, they are artists, musicians, poets, and I am a poser. My pretensions and intentions I want to hammer out freedom

we all got a hammer
even old norbert weiner
it'sall about language
computers
machines
thaumaturgical writing machines
jack would be writing spontaneous hypertext markup language were he still here
all about a male child in the hyper-reality of the promised land
banging on these keys

btw
a vision of cody
got to read that
I have heard it is closer to the truth

hammer hammer
hammer down
toping a hill
I can see Muskrat Flats from here
The Annotated Pride of Cucamonga