I'm watching a chick on tv...she is a successful videoi journalist....Im almost envious but not quite...she has no poiani in her reporting...success has been give n her to on a silver plattrer...her voice has always been listened t...she does not know what it is like to go mad in the night...she does not kow what it'slike toi keep the jorurney intoi the imagination....
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Winter Solistice 08
Winter Solistice 08, a set on Flickr.
08 seems like a long time ago and yet at the same time just like yesterday...not really much has changed in the journey into the night and yet everything has changed...the weird duality of life...and the words still come and the words still ignored but it still feels so good to still type the words out brings my mind into a silent orderered space...let everyone run around in their din...sunsets in the winter the orange light slicing through thre trees still inspires me...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Winter Solistice
They say it's the solistice today but it's really tomorrow...on the gregorian calendar it comes in on the 12th...I looked it up and it comes in 11:30 pm tonight so you see what I am saying?...actually you probably don't...I drifted long ago into the fog and haven't come out...but it's not so bad being in the fog...there's a healthy one right now in the qua valley and its makes me snuggily and warm and safe far away from the american terror machine...mystical in its greyness..so here it is, another year gone...
Sunday, December 18, 2011
a journyey through the qua landscape
a journyey through the qua landscape, a set on Flickr.
the winter solistice is in a day or so....sun licks a landscape barren in its nakedness...down by the river I drank cheapies and listened to river flow...I found it's murmur to be very loving...the pbrs drowned the bad thoghts out and helped my mind to focus on the beauty...being still in the american landscape is a revolutonary act in of itself...the people who tore downthe woods have never been down here...I see their desctruction of the hill and the wetlands as a metaphor for the horror of their culture...I drink the pbrs as to not be hung up on it...
Thursday, December 8, 2011
New York rock n' roll weekend
New York rock n' roll weekend, a set on Flickr.
keeping it moving into the image before it comes stale...beautiful sunset over the hudson and then patti rapping love letters then freind rock n' roll then classic john doe...
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