the cactus man

..American Emperical Designs.. strange irish points of view.. we do not all have to adhere to designs from afar.... all the things to put to my hands.. all the things to bring to my mouth.. i bet all the small bedroom apartments .. those of the young artists.. had a similar spirit within them.. probably a small window.. and if they were mystics.. there might have been a tree.. music.. bookcase.. "what a well gathered assortment of books you have." .. i remember one of them had a closet he would write in.. a step up above the level of the floor. It had a bright light in it. He could sit propped up against the wall.. with a typewriter on his lap..and dream of the others.. let his mind dance free.. with all of the ages behind him.. to reach out and take new meaning.. new meaning in new times.. and try and pin down .. hold still truth.. why must you make it a chase.? But maybe a monkey would suit this photograph nicely.. the moment they recognize is the moment of your death.. your slow decay into brilliance.. leaves you out of sorts in the mind of men.. for opinions do not matter.. but when gathered in a mob.. they can be hard to overcome.. like Coltrane slashing his music stick in his attic.. chaos.. even you have some kind of fearful symmetry.. what do the kids want to hear.? I don't know .. and dare i say that i do not care.. let them cross over into the mind of computer circuitry.. i will stay here.. with children of noble mountain heritage.. yet again the call of an identity.. for my face seems more familiar now.. i see someone who has gone beyond me.. i feel the presence of old ancient philosopher kings...........
Stevie Wonder-Heaven Help Us All
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmGZC0oMFo8
Plastic Jesus Cool Hand Luke
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYqwYrbwHeM