Studio Eight(8) Jam

[jackofnightmares]

camels and luck strikes
Rommel drives deep into Big Sur
look out for me I can not see
blinded by the light
we are all bozos on this bus

as if these words meant anything
music don't lie and I am tune deaf
I limp along the best I can
because she knows the intentions of my intentions

[mnaz]

“Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.”
jack's road was different
but oh when silence hits
shattering stillness
of the living rock
vibration of stars
the ommmmm...
jammin' the jam
goin' up the mountain
heartbeat of universe
goin' for the peak
you can't fall off
a mountain !

[judih]

mountain embrace
big mama rock arms
certain trust

[silent woman]

jack's road was different
maybe so
he walked a dual path
he was on two roads at once
and much of what you write is one step in front of me
Nirvana I been there too I think
it is when I am sitting at a keyboard or a steering wheel
and I see the road a head and I see the goddess shining up ahead
dawned on me we are all in this together, what we are creating is a work of art, a hypertext document, and everything anyone writes here on studio eight is grist for the mill

love notes between friends maybe

"can't fall of the mountain"
maybe so
but I still trust in thirty two feet per second per second

a Buddhist path, the Jesus road
beats me

"a tragedy without villains"

good vibrations
the seduction of the conundrum
can't get it out of my head
the urge to create
wrote off so much sexual karma this week
this is where we burn our bridges
and walk new roads on a higher note

[Hypatia]

I wonder about the wonder of it too
mnaz I am no kerouac, and I am no you either
you hear it you see it,...
that silence what ever it is, I have just driven through it so many times but to me it was more of a roadside attraction from the moving picture show of the road passing beneath me.

but once in awhile I would pull over and turn off the truck, somewhere in Utah or Arizona or somewhere like it, and the silence would be deafening except for the faint sound of the wind, and ticking from the exhaust pipes as they cooled. And I guess that was nirvana, something more than sation or even happpyness, more like a kind of just awareness
just a moment of that.

something more sacred than words, just a beauty in language
somebody on litkicks said language is a bitch with an ice pick
I think language is a chick thing, if not for that I would not know the Goddess, Kerouac was better with whores and virgin mother's than I am, I have trouble categorizing women that way.

I just love his books, but I think he was just another peckerhead when it came to women
he was big on getting down and begging them for forgiveness, I give him that.

sorry if thisis a slamin jam did not mean it to be
just first thoughts

[Hypatia]

my folly of words
for which there is not enough ink
to write about finding nirvana

what it is
like a stray thought
just over the event horizon of consciousness

I found god
I found jesus
I found a good deal
I found out
the joke was on me
the mountain is not at my beck and call
I used to think I could not fall off the mountain
I used to think I could not fall off the edge of my mind

I found a higgs boson lurking in this text box

[mnaz]

been to the top of bluffs
but sometimes sculpture is enough
fell asleep in geology, rock was too abstract
covered by parking lots, hidden under gray
until open space.. light .. silence .. rock .. sky
and footing was clear, the veil removed
the rock itself, ageless depth, raw form,
the sun's silent music, the eternal grind
hurtling out with a fickle silver companion
deities and debris careening, spinning
into starry canyons of infinite mystery
the shape of stardust at one moment
the moment! the moment is a jam
the rock is a cosmic river ...

and so it goes ....

[WIREMAN]

Not that mountain
Not that edge
Not that evil sword
Nor an evil mind

Jam runs on like a
slow moving train
beneath mysterious
mountains

[stilltrucking]

Sometimes I imagine you as Kerouac's lonesome traveler
searching for the last free spaces off the grid

[mnaz]

why leave the land 'o plenty?
separation and return, no grid
only soft dub roots reverb echo
far east sound, far east of west
you can hear music again
when you return

a little cabin fever I guess...
hits me strong in midwinter
at times, sometimes
the train rolling on out
of long, steep canyons....

[judih]

that lone structure
mid-forest
ground sprouting
mind easing

animals come, go
birds peak soundscape
exhalation honours existence
small daily dreams

[WIREMAN]

Just a hint
Beneath the scent
Cabin fever indeed
Do this/do that
Get lost in the cleansing
Manage an existence
All about jam
I feel a warming trend
Bumpin that thermo down
Jammin!!!

[stilltrucking]

weathering the weather
daily ups and down
that is cool with me
I am out of the doldrums

as if the winds blow
the sunshine shines
just for me

the artist narcissus
hold a mirror
forsakes her face

it is all about me
I am a prisoner of love

roll on big mama
I like the way you roll
roll truck roll
like that lucky old sun
after all these years
I am still alive
cut me loose let me fly

a road vibration runs through
everything I write
too many miles staring into the dark
amor fati
"Fatti maschi, parole femmine"

[WIREMAN]

Fever big time
this year
Inside now
Diggin it
Felt a little bit
sprung today

[judih]

after it's finished
that big unknown mission
all floats in calm winds

alight, aloft
bones ignore gravity
light mind lighter soul