Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Rutherford B. Hayes ?
Ok, I'm officially floored.
Flat.

Jeepers.
I mean Wow & wtf ?

Rutherford B. Hayes
I'll be damned.

I hope he don't show up in my dreams
ever.

Yeah I know
Such Strange Symbolism
Why Rutherford B. Hays I wondered
Do dreams mean anything
A sign of the times?


In the mean time we keep kicking the jams

in perpetuity

we be sticking to it
where's der' a jam
der's is hope
spontaneous as life

doggy world
dog east dog
cain beat abel
the english army won the war

still riding that new delhi frieght train with the diving duck blues
so blue
blue america purple and black







red white and black and blue
u s blues

Jeremiah was a bullfrog
Isaac is a hurricane

I stumble on in tropical weather
these summer nights on the gulf coast
the river walk in old san anotne
the lovers walk arm in arm

(Bom-bom-bom-bom)
(Ba-ba-do-do-do)
(Bom-bom-bom)
(Ba-ba-do-do-do)
(Bom-bom-bom)
(Ba-ba-do-do-do)
(Bom-bom-bom)
(Ba-ba-do-do-do)

they call me . . .
but my real name is Mr Earl

sock hops
girls with bobby sox
and pencil skirts
hard to let that feeling go
the greedy lusting for more youth
more life more love
like ya say we all had our time in the sun
and if we filled every moment
if we fill every moment with love
the time will see that it is done

Just as I used to say
Love comes harder to the aged

Ferlinghetti's train has left the station
and I am a loser

moving on because
it feels so good to breathe

gimme a beat boys
i wanna get lost in your rock and roll

Window Rock New Mexico
listening to Billy Joe Shaver & Eddie

What is a man but
a boy so full of waiting
to become a man

All of a man’s life
is spent in search of summers
that went by too soon — Mister Chu

project muse

Project Muse
I been thinking of C.J the past couple of days

hot august Texas afternoon
a redundancy of a redundancy
money melts away like butter
I got to go out and pay some bills
how much of my life is on line these days
in an air conditioned room

life with out death is devoid I have heard it said
Freud's paradox

mama don't take my kodachrome away
baltimore maryland before color TV
Yes I know homeward angel
but still I want to fly home

listening to 1812 overture this morning
boom boom boom
held back my tears and fears
bombs ripple nir oz

mind over matter
I imagine
neurons to reality
star wars shield
neighbor to neighbor on the internet


roll over and
tell Tschaikowsky the news
the rhythm and perpetual blues

Be bop a luwow, this here jam is in the now.
Don't get upset, just get behind the plow,
These rows need a-hoeing...
Sometimes we're coming
Sometimes we're going,
My shoes are worn out,
Sox thru my soles are showing...
I rap till I'm blue in the face
Just to connect with the human race...
Seems like the rats are crowding us out,
In the rat race, that is,
So I come here to release steam
To share the nuances of a dream...

Oom Poppa Omm Poppa Mow Mow
the black meat is over done
the white meat is on the run

the human race in the rat race
man and rodent up against the walls of science
clever little monkeys big sad apes

I only get blue
when I think I understand
everything is beautiful to G d

What would Jesus say, I say to myself
second thought is why should I listen to him
that did not turn out well for him

I am a sick puppy
the sickness unto Kierkegaard
I saw her standing there

it is only a jam
don't mean nothin
move on

jam on
purple petal perpetual
jam

chica drunk on three brown bottles
baby sitting grown up children and their child
compassion and adrenalin shakes
today after the storm, I want to throw the rest of the beer away.
little girls are made of sugar and spice
my little rock and roller made his own bed, I am just glad I ain't got to sleep in it.

I guess if if the sons must bear the sins of the fathers
the daughters must get off easy.

Words from the asylum where all humans are 2 layers perceived and perceiving...

good and better
as good as it gets
now is as good as it gets
the watcher at the gate
that modulates
the perciever of both sides of the the percieved

words from the warm wet and noisy contents of my skull

the physiology of the the Zen?
like the snap of a synapses
Aha!

my life as a primate

In an instant synapses come.....synapses go....as stream of consciousness starts-flows-stops and flows again

comes and goes
the continuity of the flow
from that side of now
to the other side of then
always now

I am a silly silly old fool
frozen in thought
ah but
the blessed stops
I live for those moments
less than a moment
overlooked and hardly aware
fleeting samādhi