feeling ~GO! alone

[WIREMAN]

1st thanks Jack for hanging
with a wired man in poetry land.

losing my religion once I found
it is hard, yes there are jams
and when they occur they are bliss
and I cherish them,

I do miss the times when poets got in
line to feed off the word, a give and take
that was outta this world, shame it had to
end,

don't know how to get it back & that's a fact,
but i'll keep searching and trying till I find it
once again my beautiful friends.

[stilltrucking]

I know I thought I had found it the day I wandered into that Quaker Meeting House on N Charles St. Near The JHU campusl Very plain meeting room with benches, reminded me of the Lyoyd Street Synagogue in Jew town that my grand father went to.

I can't lose what I never had
I my brain is wired wrong
No music no poetry
I am a consumer only
don't worry about it
these are times that we are all knocked for a loop
Katrina and Bush won't keep you down
Everything is on time on schedule
you can't rush the rythms of slow moving time
look at me I am old
but I am happy
Check out a movie called Life Is Beautiful
In the midst of the Holocaust a father's love for his son
Hard to imagine a movie about the Holocaust could be warm, funny, tragic, horrrible and beautiful
Check it out Mark please
you won't be sorry.
Jack Coburn would love it too.

[stilltrucking]

I am taking that personal as if I am the Jack you are speaking to, but I know it coul be your dad, or Kerouac or Cracker Jack,

don't know how to get it back & that's a fact,
but i'll keep searching and trying till I find it
once again my beautiful friends.

mark I lost it and I am happy,

I am just hanging out answering the phone
sometimes it is someone calling to order a fun and thigh roller an exercise machine guaranteed to give you a sexy upper body. Sometimes they are calling to find a cure for cancer. Now they call to find loved ones lost in the storm. My sister calls me ten or twelve times a day with her troubles, my nephew calls with his. The best calls are from jitterbug, we laugh. Yes jamming is good, I love it but since I found out this is supposed to be Action Poetry i am a bit intimadated. I thought it was just a free style ramble, I have always been a ramblin kind of guy.

I am not trying to find it
I thought I was looking for a good death
you know at peace with the universe, now I have found my love life again, I am in no hurry anymore, cause my love live is the love of life. Cecil dragging me to enlightenment and me kicking and screaming all the way. This thing on studio eight the closest thing to a collective mind that I know. Or at least it is as collective as I can get. Don't like collective minds much, but I think there is one the mind of good which is everything there is, the creator sits in my ashtray and winks at the cigarette butts. ramble typing unconscios stream hope you can read it.

come on mark this is our train
bound for the promise land.
a train of thought

[WIREMAN]

you be the Jack
this time,
I'm all right bout it
just kinda like a lil
give & take, a shake
& bake, as a sculptor
I create alone, that's
my dog bone, as a writer
my words are meant to take
flight, offer up some spoken delight
sometimes I feel we have 2 many categories
here and become fragmented, but at least
I don't have to wait for a day to see it
become the pages.......thanks again Jack
you are the one that's alive & still truckin

[stilltrucking]

Katrina's grief
Bush's despair
I can't immerse myself in it
overwhelming
it numbs my soul
in bit's and pieces I take it in
I was worried about you
create alone
I been thinking about this still trucking handle
been seeing it in a different light
Alen watts speaking from the tape
hammer down seventy eighty miles and hour
noticing everything
my body hurtling through space
me, and mr blue (1997 peterbilt)
the cars around me all one
my mind was still
not an intectual thing that I can say
"the best things can't be told"
this little bit here has helped me see Still trucking in a different light.

An eminent Zen teacher once said, picture yourself as an insect with sensitive antennae. How they stay alive and find their food depends on those antennae. To attain, or understand yourself, you can't let those antennae move at all, not one tiny vibration from either of them. They have to be completely still.
In a sense he's saying that any phenomenon appearing in our life makes us check or doubt ourselves or others by thinking and separating. If the antennae or the mind move just a fraction of an inch, you've already gone straight to hell. That's why enlightenment sounds so difficult. How could we ever be so clear that our minds don't move at all, that we can always just be there? The only time that the antenna is not moving at all is when you're meticulously paying attention to each moment.

I talk about Zen as if I knew. Not even a novice yet.
wireman there is a joy of life in your words
it has moved me from self pity
to a love of life
it has removed me from this
"talk about what used to be, waste another day
trying to get someplace but you don't know where
going through the motions, going nowhere's fast"
jitterbug
so I look back upon my life and know it has brought me to this mommentI have chosen to embrace my fate.

my beautiful brothers and sisters have brought me to this.
I can hear the voice of the creator in every stone, every body in myself.

we will sit here and thank each other till me both turn blue
then will go whiltling and a fishin in heaven.

[WIREMAN]

the + (positive)
= what I espouse
through the deep
pit of lonliness
I have found
ways out,
that's the wired
way of the artist,
that through
wires and pliers
a man can
connect, with
the infinite.......
that is all Jack,
nothing more,
nothing less,
just as it should be,
while we are here............................

[stilltrucking]

How many times have I sat here,
How many times will I sit here again,
Thinking these same things over and over in solitude
As a child says over and over
The first word he has learned to say.

It finaly dawned on me, my brain is wired wrong
Autistic
Not as bad as the boy in Silent Snow
But where you all hear the beat, the music
I tap my feet to a different drumer
always out of time
How often do you dream music
Can you hear it in your dreams
What I am is a word kook
These words just don't dance for me
I line them up like cinder blocks
That is how concrete they seem to me.
This empty mind of mind is full of word thoughts
I don't pay them much mind, just watch them chug by like a choo choo train pulling a line of box car words
But I can almost remember what it was like before I learned to lie
Before I learned to talk.
Makes me utterly dependent on musicians and poetry
Asperger and me
Parsody just not my thing.
Could not learn to dance
Well I can dance but only alone
Never met anytone that hears the same melody.
Even my true love gave up on me.
Tired of getting her toes stepped on
does this sound like a tale of woe
not wireman
just the facts jack
bop to the top
to the max
I love the noise music makes
I love to read poetry
down deep some where it resonates
but I don't know why.

[Doreen Peri]

word jam plans
get the most voices
at the same time.

bring your friends,
spread the rhyme.

nothing has ended.
all is new.
if poets ain't here
what can ya do?

word jam plans
get voices in the air.
some in the hallway,
some on the stairs.

if poets ain't here
what can ya do?
i write to me.
you write to you.

soon comes the fire
soon comes the fad!
come on now, lad,
write us an ad!

link all your comrades
talk 'em into dsl.
why not?
what the hell?

or we could meet in person
at fourth street and vine.
hand out flyers,
start a poetry line.

people get antsy
waiting to speak.
some get lazy,
some get weak.

I say let's distribute
microphones!
cry out lyrics
down tot he bone!

[WIREMAN]

I can hear you
across the Potomac
words rollin cross the foothills
making this land more pleasant
to live in.......................

[Doreen Peri]

to Wireman....

This is a small community. It's only one year old. Although there are currently 269 registered users, we probably have only 40 active participants and out of that number, only about 15 daily participants. (if that).

I like it, too, when there are a lot of people online at once exchanging words and getting inspired by each other. That's why we are doing the word jams which we plan, but even then, even when we advertise them, announce them on the boards, announce them at 2 other sites and send out emails, it's tough to grow such an event. It also takes sometimes years to grow an internet community to have many daily members.

I spend time at other internet communities which are larger and have more activity because I like different types of atmospheres. But those communities took many years to get that active.

Anyway, I feel the same way, as I said... I'd like to see more activity, more interaction, but at the same time, I think we are lucky to have such a group here with as many active members as we have.

Invite your friends. That's how these things build. People spread the word and send their friends links, then new members join and become active.

I'm rambling.

Don't you just love that guitar photo by Peter Stuhlmann? I do! He sent me some photos last night and I made a few banners from them. He's a really good photographer! He was going to be a humorist columnist here but hasn't had the time to continue it. Peter Stulmann's name here on S8 is "Southbound Snackyderm." His column which he started when we first opened the boards is called "For Pete's Sake!" - It's down in the archives.

Wink never came back. I haven't thanked you yet for your kindness and support... I owe you an email.

[WIREMAN]

the guitar shot is great......as for the cyber-action
it's just been slow everywhere, rough weekend for us all
and holiday to boot, fun to read you over here, outta site to see ya do the ~GO!

[stilltrucking]

never mind
bed time
see ya round mark

been a long sad week
going to be a long way back
i watched our dear leader in Mississippi hugs for every body wasn't he sweet. I think I am going to be sick

[stilltrucking]

Doreen I have gone to some jams on other websites but it is all about poetry and I am not a poet. All I can do is hit carriage returns.