ThoseGroucho glasses...are they used to see through the humor or to see with humor. Why do I worry about these things? I just cant make these things go away. Not trying to try to be difficult. I don't like to talk to cops. I may feel compelled to confess something I didn’t do. And they may feel obligated to pull me in for questioning. I like mental fleeing. Or, the physical kind. Where-to Pilgrimages... a variety of travel that would have to fall within the threshold your adventure boundaries. Vacation of mystery, where you pay your money and get on the plane. The only clue to where you are traveling to is the list of what you were asked to bring. • Two ripped tee shirts, a copy of Bound for Glory, floss, wipes, a wing and a prayer. - theme might be, Boxcars and Croissants. • Loose belt, tweed cap, cushion, old newspapers, lined moleskine, favorite pen. - genre would be; Castle and Pub Crawl. • Diaphanous dress, night glasses, large canvas bag, water purifier, band-aids, air sickness pills. - probably be, Under Bridges and Over Rainbows.
Vacations tittles, would be more even more fun to think up than, say, the names for new nail polish colors. And who wouldn’t want that job?
Sometimes you must take the wrong turns, toward the uncharted, to find something new.
Oh, for writing out loud! second wind... Nothing awakens the heart or stops it cold more than dirtying pages. To me, writing is much like gardening. Carrying my tools out, I turn to a place looking as though it needs a bit of tending to. I have a sit. Before long, using a word dragnet, I’ve raked in and set up a few pages, and weeded through verbosity.
I heard KR will be writing an autobiography. Good thing. I hope it’s full of lies. He’s one of my heroes.
116 Having just spied Keith Richards on the cover of the Rolling Stone, I ran back to the studio to ask who would go get it for me. The Lonnie-man joked, “It’s just like porn, after the first time you buy, it’s no big deal.” A kind soul left and came back with the tabloid. I ran into the oval office showing off the cover image. Seeing it made Lonnie grimace, “Jayne, I just had lunch!”
...the river is flowing, rolling and flowing. the river is flowing, down to the sea...
I’m guessing we had the last snowfall of the year a few days ago. We drove home after dark and experienced the spaceship phenomenon of entering another dimension. When traveling against the wind and the large snowflakes are lit up in the headlights angled directly toward you, it resembles passage in hyper space.
The Ship Sails On. Bravo! After standing in the wings of a performance my sides ache from holding my breath with the opera singers. I knew a singer in Maine who would open the door and sing out “Daisy!” She wouldn’t dare hurt her voice by screaming for her dog. There must exist a book of singing voice etiquette to look up the correct operatic way to call out. The designer David Walker said, in answer to a college trying to get him to commiserate, "No, we choose what we want to be, and we pay for it.” He said he never took curtain calls. I always wondered if that was true. I remember asking David if he thought in British accent. The best would be at a restaurant table full of professional singers on your birthday. Or, best ever, would be if they mark and sing Happy Birthday off key half way through. They’d raise a few of the clienteles’ eyebrows, then kick it into full opera crescendo expression at the end.
(Terry,) I Went into a posh market today where they put the fresh ground coffee right next to the gourmet chocolate so the aromas mingled to make magic. I appreciated that.
Life is infinitely stranger than anything the mind could invent. -Arthur C. Doyle
Traveling on the highway, one new it was good Friday because there was a boroboro looking fellow with a full size crucifix dragging it annoyingly with roller skate strapped to the base. I reckon he wasn’t expecting the good Samaritan. Once and again the seasons move like the breeze where you can catch them, other times, it stirs like the wind. It’s then you see all of the space between then and now and cant possibly describe all that went on in between. Melancholia vs. echolalia, with accordion. Enlightenment comes with a headache. When one is thoroughly practiced in something, it is not necessary to look deliberately. -Yagyu Munenori
It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one’s mouth and remove all doubt. -no.16, or, maybe Mark Twain. I am not afraid.
Dream of shuffling the scripture. Sign on the pearly gate, “We have the divine right not to serve anyone.”I’m thinking...Who’s sign is this anyway?141I had finally made it, and there leaning against the iron gate, smoking violently was KB. He saw me coming. Stomping out his cigarette, he rolled his eyes and asked, “What took you so long?” and we pushed open the pearly gates and entered together. A sputter. Religion largely assumes we exist and that we are spiritual beings with a direct propose. Questioning belittles faith. I do believe on a sanctified level we are not at all that different and so to put much energy into worrying about the hereafter life may be time not well spent and possibly wasted. Being spiritual about the herenow plane, though, has benefits.Spirit creator, spirit redeemer, all spirit within us.words & excuses / loop knot / slip knot...ooops! A question crawls out of the question before. Ask the kids and they will answer: I don't think Jesus is in heaven anymore, that was a long time ago. -ANHH Maybe we cant remember what heaven was like before we were born because it’s the same as here. -CMHH
Birds keep hitting the window pane / pain. Story of an asylum, but which kind; forgiveness asylum, or, insanity asylum. Noun or adjective.
117Break. A loaded word. Breakable, breakaway, breakthrough, breakup, brakes, broke, broken. Again and again I revisit breaking into a boarded up insane asylum near New London. Mark had taken in tobacco, and I prayer ties, as gifts to Spirit in trade for the inconvenience. We needed to be prepared if we bumped into a troubled shadow along the way. We scaled the brick facade up the three story institutional building to the ‘open’ window and lowered ourselves into the industrial kitchen. We jumped down to the worn tile ground floor rivaling monkeys with the aid of steel armature. Room after enormous room was hauntingly empty. The floor was covered in a mixed rubbish of leaves, dust, and animal droppings. From door to door there were cleared trails made by prowling animals on a mission with a quickest bee line out of the room. There was a laboratory, used to study brain function and, possibly, lobotomy. Shoe boxes were scattered in disarray throughout the clinical rooms. These were full of glass slides with images of sliced brains. The rubber rooms were littered with metal cots and telltale handwritten letters to the outside. Having never been delivered, these reports must have been patient’s therapy. A way for the inmates to feel in control of their destiny.There is an image burned in my mind of a water flooded room with a metal seat resting in the middle of the floor, it’s stagnant reflection in the water. The far brick wall suffered a chest high opening. The stone wall is crumbled in as though someone barreled through battering ram style getting into this room. The set makings for something sinister and very sad.
Sleeping under a pall for a quilt bed spread. I had the distinct feeling someone was leaning over and peering down into my face from the darkness---seeing if they recognized me---but no one was out there.
So it is in the world, when you go into the depths of the mountains, if you want to go farther, you will again come out of the mountains. -Miyamoto Musashi