working on the beats as the moon hangs over the sky...sly and robbie...the idea of the one...magical feel of autumn in the air...so it goes..

the rain falls down

the rain falls down over autumn day...Jorma singing Mr. Charlie...orange leaf peaks its eyes out over hinting winter...sitting here in the cocoon of house wrapped around ice water and indian cigarette...I hear the voodoo all night long, Mr. Charlie tells me....so it goes...the world evolving around the sun...another day gone into the forgotten dream...time to write yourself into the movie...

it's the byrds...chestnutmare

well I was going to post something that I had written in the past that had something to do about the byrds and chestnut mare and a whole bunch of other things but I typed it up in word and now it won't cut and paste...so much for rolling Bill Gates...

new post for a new day

here in the land of over media saturation I feel compelled to add to the noise...outside they say it's going to be a blistering hot day so I am staying inside with the air conditioner and a 12 pack of guiness...they have war out there...bombs bursting, paranoia rising...they never will see...peace from the breath inside your heart...I am working on Kowskin's "War Song," which mocks their war like ways while promoting peace...I have never been down with their ritual...not since I watched Fritiz Lang's "metroplis" way back in the days of Clark...it was so much fun to be walkiing on Main Street carrying a copy of Kierkargard in my back pocket full of defiant nihilism...oh well, everyone is gone now...into their life...hope it's good for them...mind is all right...doing yoga, drinking making art...it never did change...sometimes your popular...sometimes your not...so it goes...

dawn..

dawn comes up watching the mets on rewind thinking about taking a drink..what would have marcel proust's blog been like?...

smoked a fat one...

smoked a fat one and then sat out on the porch with my laptop watching my video of jerry's version of shady grove...it just ended and there is a peaceful vibe in the neighborhood...birds chirping...light dancing upon the street...trees filled with exploding green leaves...for a moment, my mind feels the way I like it to feel...calm...peaceful...serene..America is so busy these days...with cellphones and rush of internet information...it feels good sitting here detached from that madness...what do they gain with all that speed?...the view from my porch gives me more of the infinite universe than that world will ever have...

alas, a wayward poet who never discovered his market if indeed there ever could have been one, it still nonetheless a pleasure to let the words flow and become once more lost in language and dream...

the buddha says to detach and when I get to that space it is so much fun...it removes the terrible pain of the last ten years or so where I lost so much and where the vibe says to turn it on me...when you detach, none of it mattersd...you simply the breath and it's easy rythym...

life can be so simple at times...

warm sultry

a sultry day venus like the ooze pours thickly through the consciousness...on the movie set radiated images waft through the atmosphere...with his camera gun, Tyler silently picks one after the another...in his backpack, he carries the tape which will infect Zack Smiter's database with a virus that will contradict the brainwashing of his empire...one legged chuck mainlined into the consciousness of the United States...

time to write yourself into the movie...

bradley

okay I hadn't one it a while...let's tsee if this this works for one legged chuck's song...

remember, the feed is
http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/XULi

one legged chuck

Here's an excellent tune from a musician who goes by the name of One Legged Chuck. I saw him down at Otto's about a couple of weeks ago. Here's a song entitled, "I Remember Bradley." which I found to be particularly soulful...

So if you enter this feed in iTunes podcast subscription window you should be able to download the song.

http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/XULi

warm feel of April Day...

warm feel of April day...woke up a little hungover but recovered with two hard boiled eggs and a cup of strong coffee...watched the rewind of the Yankee's win over the Angels yesterday and now watching the Ranger's loss to the Devils...it would be so nice to be important and deep and have a happening blog that all the beautiful people beam into but alas it's not to be...but who gives a fuck...I enjoy typing the words anyway and it's been a fun morning reworking web pages...there's plenty of beer in the fridge and a new pack of fresh smokes...I light one up as the annoying commericial comes on repeatedly about the 37yr old dying from lung cancer...I say, "fuck you, you're dead..."...content is flowing...beginning work on the one leg chuck, a rapper from the lower east side who sings with a reggae back beat...donny came over last night and we sat and rapped about things and he played his bass along with some music...so that's it for now...

it's been a long cold winter

it's been a long cold winter...cell phone tribe moves so fast do they every stop to smell the coffee...?...

snow comes down

the snow comes down...
hiding in the cocoon of the house
the news plays idle chatter
words splash real...

standing by the window

standing by the window suitcasse in my hand rain drizzles over the panes....the faces I have known are all gone now...perhaps that is a good thing...what could I do for them anyway?...a slight windblows and soon another train will come in...it offers possiblity...to be out of this state of mind into someething new....

the point is...

the point is to keep the conversation going...
like
cool desert lady
well dressed
in the
vegas night.

yeah, i got it...no one's reading and no one cares...

so what?

I look at them and I see them nowhere
as I get the joy
of
words
that splash real...

bluelight once again

bluelight once again
shining dream of child
youth on california beach
before the depression and
betrayal.

they can not kill the dream
if you keep dreaming.

the so what almost got me
but it didn't.

so here is some imagery...

through the storm the old sea wolf he comes....

fuzzy knows no better

fuzzy knows no better...like doug flutie, like mojohand, he keeps into the buzz of his being...