Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am a silly silly old fool
frozen in thought
ah but
the blessed stops
I live for those moments

overlooked and hardly aware
fleeting samādhi

Somewhere where my hands are to numb to grip....finally had the patience to get a new password activation and punch in all those damn letters....finally

I wondered where ya been - snow & ice the usual here in the great state of Yew Nork -
coyote tracks on the drifts ...

Coyote trickster
Mahavishnu soundtrack
on cool night
50's-60's in January
Out here on the edge

Tonight and most every night I commute back home...

I guess it's a FB world these daze
not the the only one
Short and sweet
Community
Social network
Internet
Cyber display
Playoffs
Hell of a game (ravens-broncos)
Jo-Jo's packed
The ravens won
Quoth that Poe
Never more was said

Nashville 1974
jitterbug making an audition take, he sounds so scared, I can't say about the music but I dig the lyrics.

Up is my Natural State of Mind

I dig it here in the slow lane of studio eight
nothing much ever happens here among a small circle of friends

Buddha sits on his throne
The king of heaven
the patron saint of hell

watched a couple games
I root against the Ravens and Colts,
just contrarian be coz the way the teams are bought and sold,
I must be autistic or something, the ravens are still the Cleveland browns
But I got over the Orioles being the St Louis Browns, go figure

I am a green bay packer fan these days
all the little babies get green and yeller blankies when they born, nobody can take that away, the community owns the team. They don't need no stinking Wall Street Banksters.

Hell it's only a game
I am always cheering Johnny U
He opened a bowling alley with Edgar Allen Poe

cold tonight down around twenty eight
got to jam just to stay warm


happy to see you back
I had hopes of seeing Clay
but I have nailed my shoes to the kitchen floor

i guess i am just too lazy for facebook
glad to know you been having fun there.
thank you for the beautiful picture of CJ and also the art.

Thinking about a bit Vonnegut wrote about The Mona Lisa

"Rumfoord had known that Constant would try to debase the picture by using it in commerce. Constant's father had done a similar thing when he found he could not buy Leonardo's 'Mona Lisa' at any price. The old man had punished Mona Lisa by haveing her used in an advertising campaign for suppositories. It was the free-enterprise way of handling beauty that threatened to get the upper hand." The Sirens of Titan

A little more time
Ride running late
4am. Late
Sheezzzzzzzzz
Rainy
Cold too
Ravens
Heart with skins
Jammin'
We will when it all aligns
Glad to be back
U b #1 jam pardner
iPad for me now

4 AM a serene scene in F rock
thanks for the photo, looks like home to me
reminds me of those old gas streetlamps glowing in the fog on Caroline Street the wet cobble stones, the railroad tracks glisten, Fog Horns

RE:Late
That was what used to kill me about trucking— how the hell can a body be late at four o'clock in the morning?
L.A. is the only city I know where rush hour begins at three AM.



jamin like hammer hammer for me
like life keeps going

Gettin ready to rock
Show 2night
Bentz st. Bar
After losing my 2nd
Hard drive I sure am
Glad I have so much of past
Stored here

ten four
me too
grateful

I wish I could be in room with you tonight.

.........I dunno darth?????....we were working in the rod patch the other day, talking 'bout this & that and life and floyd said "it's just the way it's gonna be, you can't control it, when it's your time to go.....".....i've always found this a hard concept to buy into.....how about u?????

"It is your destiny young Skywalker."

Got dam bucket lists, I hate that term.
I want to see Clay, I think I could get a way for a day, a long day five hundred fifty mile round trip and a couple hours there and come home. I want to know what is going to happen to his stuff, a lot of his music is here on studio eight, but his other web sites I don;t know. I went to one and it is was 404.

Funny thing bout jam
If u free yerself unto it
the jam only gets better and better
There's action poetry, but it ain't sticky
no mo, not without interaction
Why do I care?
Maybe cause it used to be so cool
Like we was on to something new.....

seventy degrees and sunshine
I got to get out
put myself in the wind


action poetry
on litkicks
wow there must have been forty of fifty real poets posting there.
it was sooooooooooo sticky

ten four on freeing me
not the man I was from
where I started there
I will always be grateful
even if I can't go home again

I thank my lucky stars for the day I stumbled on that website, I would have never met you or doreen or clay or jimboloco mtmynd soozen arcadia scootertrash, hester_pryne, cynthia plum, surfermike, panta rhie,
I forget so many names, but that placed ROCKED