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Dwight Peters

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About Me

Born in a bayou, living in the land beyond the sea.

I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 5/3/2007
Band Website: blog.myspace.com/dwightpeters
Influences:

Nature. Love. Light. Soft light. Colors. Life. Sounds. Neo-insanity (the new sanity). Food and cooking and smells and tastes of all kinds—with a special love for spices, especially freshly ground. Tattoos—and body art of all kinds. Friends. Meaning. Positive change. Community. Expression, within its deepest, broadest, comprehensible perception of possibility. Fun. Tea. Touch of all sorts. Tibetan incense. Questions. Ideas. Silence. Noise. Whatever is eccentric and/or esoteric and/or silly and/or made of banana pudding and/or simple and vulgar and/or refined. Intuition. The cosmos. Feeling. Books. Words. Conversations. Being with people where it is okay to say nothing. Being with people where it is okay to say “too much.” The body. Active enjoyment of engagement. Riding buses near and far. Not riding buses. The ocean air. All that gives a shit and all that doesn’t. Sleeping in strange places. Passion. Funny faces. More ideas. More questions. More expression. Musical instruments. Sensuality. Physicality. Sexuality. An amazing gal and me. All cultures of the world of all times. Looking the wild-wilderness straight in the face and then calmly sitting atop it while having been set on fire yet feeling nothing but peace. Entertainment. People. Laughing. Furry faces of animals in the park. Hearing a train go by at four in the morning and finally falling asleep, but falling asleep as if my mind is traveling on that train wherever it goes—and I don't know where or want to. What is real, honest and true. Waffles that include other things—waffles that are themselves the other... ...philosophically speaking. ...Caring... Struggle. Joy. Pain. Ecstasy. Doing what is worth doing. Hand holding and other forms of intimacy. Music, life—music as life—the music of life. The metaphysical nature of the wind—and of the sailboats of street-corners. All kinds of nice people, especially—but still all other people too. Smiley faces. Shiny Shinyness. The smell and feel of dirt and grass. Pretty things. Earthiness. Unpretty things. Pipe tobacco smoke/ing. Walking. Writing, writers, writings. Reading, readers, readings. Speaking, speakers, speakings. The love of my life who is a we that is one love shining in the cosmos.

Sounds Like: Frank Zappa making love in the yellow snow. And Leonard Cohen and 10,000 lonely nights.

Record Label: dwight peters appears everyday everywhere
Type of Label: Major

My Blog

The Price of a Priceless Beard

               The Price of a Priceless Beard Many varying birds' songs sang of the cold reflective water inside the grapefruit of pink...
Posted by Dwight Peters on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 10:40:00 PST

Where to Look When Looking Where

                             Where to Look When Looking WhereA melted metal t...
Posted by Dwight Peters on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 02:57:00 PST

Exotica Mist

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Posted by Dwight Peters on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 06:19:00 PST

...[Story]...

                        ...[Story]...Our new world of one world struggling to be.Can I forgive myself? Can I forgiv...
Posted by Dwight Peters on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 07:43:00 PST

A Beginning of Storytelling

                                  A Beginning of Storytelling   &...
Posted by Dwight Peters on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 11:50:00 PST

update and such

i haven't posted much work on here lately because i have been extremely busy polishing off a degree to put in a drawer. anyhow, i am off to portland in about a week and a half--finally leaving the bay...
Posted by Dwight Peters on Wed, 14 May 2008 12:19:00 PST

The Self-Deception of an Onion while Trying to Avoid the Stew

The Self-Deception of an Onion while Trying to Avoid the Stew       A strong memory of sucking a honeysuckle blossom, the incredible floral honey experience that tasted l...
Posted by Dwight Peters on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 10:17:00 PST

A-Merry-Cause

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Posted by Dwight Peters on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 05:37:00 PST

Sing/Sing!

    Sing/Sing!     Sunlight grows with the time of day into darkness that is its own melody moving along with the force of pounded drums. This day the wet lips smile with...
Posted by Dwight Peters on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 10:16:00 PST

What the Sea Saw on the Sea-Saw

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Posted by Dwight Peters on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 11:22:00 PST