Got to see Garth Hudson with The Sadies this past weekend...the music never stopped...
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
the rain comes down..
the rain comes down
as I sit inside with the shades drawn
pale reflection of light against the floor
watcching youtube videos of varying quality
of John and Exene's latest tour
time slips away as does all focus
perhaps I'll take a drink to slip into dream
the information overload, isn't it sweet?
I see so many blogs dead
and so many people's social networks dead
but not mine
the rain comes down
nourish the creative soul
like ghosts they come to town
and like ghosts they leave
I am like dylan
I threw all my memories in a ditch
to travel by the process
the flow,
the now
as I sit inside with the shades drawn
pale reflection of light against the floor
watcching youtube videos of varying quality
of John and Exene's latest tour
time slips away as does all focus
perhaps I'll take a drink to slip into dream
the information overload, isn't it sweet?
I see so many blogs dead
and so many people's social networks dead
but not mine
the rain comes down
nourish the creative soul
like ghosts they come to town
and like ghosts they leave
I am like dylan
I threw all my memories in a ditch
to travel by the process
the flow,
the now
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Character....
Isabella is quite the character....she makes great facial expressions and like a good put on...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
When I used to write poetry....
there was a time when I consistently wrote poetry...
idiot wind....blowing through the asshole of my
> drunk...
> I once went to your website and listened to biana
> anca and your music the
> light swirls through this hood and the alchohol runs
> out better call someone
> that laptop is burning hot and thoughts rage here we
> are and there you go
> starbucks china and fuck, man, I hope he comes over
> with more booze shit man
> I drank the old man's stash so
> Im
> sittin there
> drinking the end of the stash
> watching the
> neighbor cut the lawn
> with no logic
> with his brand new bmw
> on the lawn
> 'but he's cool...
> ...I got it on the low down...
> he used to hoof...
> ...the whte powder...
> and I see his wife change her clothes from
>
> white
> to
> black
> it's
> so
> fucking
> funnny
> as long as the mofo
> comes over with the next
> stash
> these words
> writtten over moby dick
> and nathaniel hawthorne
> the way light
> reflects through
> emptiness....
> and now
> dylan
> who agrees with me now
>
> tANGLED UP IN BLUE....
idiot wind....blowing through the asshole of my
> drunk...
> I once went to your website and listened to biana
> anca and your music the
> light swirls through this hood and the alchohol runs
> out better call someone
> that laptop is burning hot and thoughts rage here we
> are and there you go
> starbucks china and fuck, man, I hope he comes over
> with more booze shit man
> I drank the old man's stash so
> Im
> sittin there
> drinking the end of the stash
> watching the
> neighbor cut the lawn
> with no logic
> with his brand new bmw
> on the lawn
> 'but he's cool...
> ...I got it on the low down...
> he used to hoof...
> ...the whte powder...
> and I see his wife change her clothes from
>
> white
> to
> black
> it's
> so
> fucking
> funnny
> as long as the mofo
> comes over with the next
> stash
> these words
> writtten over moby dick
> and nathaniel hawthorne
> the way light
> reflects through
> emptiness....
> and now
> dylan
> who agrees with me now
>
> tANGLED UP IN BLUE....
ricky nelson lonesome town (color)
this song makes me think of the 'Qua in an ironic sense and suburbia in general...basically we live isolated in our homes not aware of much outside of what the television tells us...especially once dark has hit or a holiday or a sunday the town becomes like a ghost town...it's fun to walk around night and imagine the buildings as if in a movie set...
Sunday, July 4, 2010
in the moment...
As a poet I strive to live in the moment...thirty six years ago I remember cutting through these weeds with my then freind Bobby Mereidtth to go check out Bell School which we would be then attending in the fall...now here is my niece growing up so fast...at this time of the year at the right time of the day you can catch the light glowing magical on the side of the hill...Lia had wanted to walk down through the woods to the playfield so I went for it..a person, who I won't mention by name since they blew me off over a decade ago over very frivilous reaasons, instilled in me the notion of always going for it and it's something I haven't lost yet...so on this day of cliches, when so many like to wax eloquently about our freedoms and democracy which to me is kind of a joke, I lay down my own cliche about living in the moment...
Tompkins Square Park, NYC - Free Outdoor Pianos
I am all into sharing media....a contact of mine uploaded this today...it's too bad all this connectivity doesn't lead to more social awareness...
The Saratogian's Ben Franklin Project edition hot off the press
I think this is an amazing development...using open source software and crowdsourcing which places the audience at the beginning of the process instead of the end...the only thing is will people take responsibility for such a process...
The gorge....
I have loved the gorge since my earliest memories....we used to play hide and go seek in there before there was even a temple....it was and has been a magical place for me...so as the country celebrates its birthday today on a glorious summer light day I celebrate those memories as the destruction will begin...America the land of the private gated community...america the force of destruction......America the ignorant self absorbed nation....now having said that I am going to go pop open up a pbr....
Saturday, July 3, 2010
After the rain...
After the rain in the summer the light sparkles off the leaves creating a magical atmosphere...you can feel spirits walking there and often see deer and other animals...all this magic past the grasp of the agora...
The Hudson River...
This is a view of the Hudson River down by Christopher Street exactly a year ago today....the light shimmers off the water like wrinkled tin foil...I come down here often because you can capture the light this way at the right time...
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