the poets....
I'd like to meet the people who believed in Jim Jones.
naked as we came.....
the weather underground
this list is forever changing and i'm never completly satisfied with what i have listed. so........ Nirvana today, Nirvana tomorrow.....i've been listening to a lot of jazz latley and a little post-war blues. Dylan, Traffic, The Band, Donovan, Hendrix, Iron & Wine, Calexico, Martha Wainwright, Tom Waits. Bonnie Prince Billy, E.L.O., and of course......
I am buried up to my neck in
Contradictionary flies
I take pride as the king of illiterature
I'm very ape and very nice
If you ever need anything please don't
Hesitate to ask someone else first
I'm too busy acting like I'm not naive
I've seen it all, I was here first
Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into the dirt
this is my favorite book.....
"In The Beginning"
[First Man:] I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.
[Establishment:] Of course you are my bright little star, I've miles And miles Of files Pretty files of your forefather's fruit and now to suit our great computer, You're magnetic ink.
[First Man:] I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
[Inner Man:] There you go man, keep as cool as you can. Face piles And piles Of trials With smiles. It riles them to believe that you perceive the web they weave And keep on thinking free.
this is me at work....
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
~Song of Myself
by Walt Whitman
voice of the winds
~ magritte
this is my other favorite book....
Donovan - Hurdy Gurdy Man
Nature rarer uses yellow
Then another hue;
Save she all of that for sunsets,-
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
~Emily Dickinson
i guess the list will just go on.....
somehwere in the desert.....
this is my brother...
my favorite painting of frida and deigo......
~georgia o'keefe
this is who i pretend i am...
The rain is falling through the mist of sorrow that surrounded me.
The sun could never thaw away the bliss that lays around me.
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let your love rain down on me.
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let it rain, rain, rain.
Her life was like a desert flower burning in the sun.
Until i found the way to love, it's harder said than done.
Let it rain
Now i know the secret; there is nothing that i lack.
If i give my love to you, you'll surely give it back.
Let it rain
The Church of the Flying Spagitti Monster.
Have you heard of them?