Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The story here
Something like 9 years
Over, under, sideways, down
Cyber pages blessed
The new literature
Action explorers
Go-stranauts
On the edge of the precipiece
Ready for the sink or swim
We "Fly!"

what I can't reach flying
I must limp too
I spend my days on Sesame Street
reading the Tao of the Pooh
while contemplating the un-carved Rubick's Cube

some things easy for you
are hard for me
but I want to be in that number when
saint jack goes marching in
Nine years ago on a cold day in Atlantic City?
the beginning of the mother of all jams

I wish they could all be calfornia girls
you know a woman is a woman is a rose
but oh those Quaker chicks
they make me want to get up and dance
heard high praise for her guitar play
from a red necked male chauvinist musician friend
he said she plays like a man
It all sounds good to me, tune deaf, I got take his word for it
his name was Stevie too
you know a woman is a woman is a rose
but oh those Quaker chicks
they make me want to get up and dance
bonnie raitt sings about stevie



something to listen
to hold onto
as I go tumbling tumble weeds into the abyss
and YAWP into the WSOGMM

whole sort of general mish mash of what is
stop making sense
I trust the jitterbug keyboard
cause I got the bug to jitterbug
jam
dwelling in the moment of the open text box first thoughts spontaneous
of the lonesome traveler
jamming with bonnie
jamming on saint jack
can't go wrong



my memory is off
it was cold on the second day

Dec . 3,2004

cold cold cold.....
cold cold coldddddd
freezin'.....yas it was
freezin' cold in that hotel
sendin' up some lil feats
and dixie chickens, your
server will be the Howlin'
Wolf, and he'll even come
in and beat the floor with
some of his smokestack
lightnin', and for dessert
I'm a sendin' a Leadbelly
with a dvd of Satchmo
blowin' em away on the
Steel pier Atlantic City circa
1965, ain't no jive......................

Ocean city Maryland lost in the seventies, I worked high rise on the Pyramid
the seventies my hitch hiking years all I remember is passing through
from one place to some other place
going and coming where I needed to be
my friends called me gypsyboy

not to be handing out invidious honors
I try to listen to them
with a hearing heart
some jam like men
some like women
some I can't hardly tell
how many years did I jam with arcadia and not even know

had the white knight syndrome for thirty years
trying to make amends for the woes I caused them

oh the woes
woe to my toes
I even tried to strangle my mother in a fit of rage
the day after JFK was murdered in 63
ten years later
in the seventies
when I was tripping a lot
tripped with my mother
we sat up and talked till the wee hours of the morning
me tripping my ass off and her clueless with a glass of hot tea and a bit of schmaltz herring
we were best friends again
she told me a joke about the Jewish boy who murdered his mother
it was a terrible horrific murder, he cut out her heart with a butcher knife then went running screaming out the door with her heart in his hands, he tripped on the door sill and fell and his mother's heart said to him, "Oi Vey son did you hurt yourself"

oh gee
whiz me
this ain't a jam
it's a vaudeville act

however much mystical nonsense is pushed into the mouth of the act of writing
the only thing that's true is that it is an act
& being an act it is also a performance

of consciousness

the holy root of consciousness is God

God is the root of jam

so relax, have some coffee -
say something about love
think about the beasts that roam
the forest at night

speak it
freak it
wreck it loose
go ahead just try and hold it back

marvelous action on
the jitterbug keyboard
god is the root
of the square of negative one

when I try to think about God
I run out of words
I run out of thoughts
I try to think like a Patagonian
for whom all that is sacred and taboo in my world is meaningless
don't mind me I am working for the yankee dollar
in which we trust

I tell myself to

stop making sense
ponder the yonder\imaginary irrational
what is what is not




I am an ignorant child about G d
like mystical mathematics it is all music to my ears
Go with G d amigo
I don't even know how to spell it
I heard he had a son named Jesus
and Jesus is a friend of mine too
He is practically a religion for me
Mother Mary don't you weep for me


the world in dire straits
coffee brewing
jam bo delicious

write about love
love in the ruins

"Now IN THESE DEAD LATTER DAYS of the old violent beloved U.S.A. and of the Christ-forgetting Christ-haunted death-dealing Western world I came to myself in a grove of young pines and the question came to me: has it happened at last?"walker percy

write about the beasts in the forest
and elephant hugs
big sad apes with opposable thumbs
and pendular penises
how many monkeys did it take to write the bible i wonder

glorious amok wrote:
with patagonian eyes I think

got fun on the brain, not guns
altho i always wondered
if jesus hadda been shot insteada hung onna stick
would today's folks wear little pistols round their necks?
and fathers hand them down to sons
on birthdays and graduations, sayin...
"here boy, this'll keep you saved.
talk to this when you need to."

...and then i realize that yeah,
they already do.

"god is not mocked except by believers"
I am true believer
I only vote for good god fearing christian and jewish and hindu and buddhist muslim politicians with american flag pins in their lapels

i am in the cult of the feathered serpent
when the Mayans worshiped the one true god
of the aztecs
the enemy of both sides

what a wonderful day I had
I am sure grateful
to have been born with two legs to peddle a bike
two eyes to see my shadow
on the road
fingers to tippy type my spontaneous
ju ju words with my friends
to have been created a man
that can love a woman
yes thank you creator of all that is and is not

for creating me a man not a woman
okay
ok dokey


let's call it god if you will
but there is a lot of baggage in that word for me

fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom
Oh yeah sometimes I fear
to be a sinner in the hands of an angry god
I know what is at stake
my faith is heretical but I trust that
the creator knows my intentions
and the intention of my intentions

No way but my way
I have a patron saint in the Buddha
I will fear no evil



now I will lay me down to sleep
the sleep of the just just i hope and
if god wills it and the creek don't rise
if the universe is so structured
I will arise in the morning
and follow the jam again tomorrow

not so much a jam as a rave
sorry about all the quotes

i try to keep a hammer on it
but don't always work
hell truth is it never works
i try to ride it
it bucks me off
man if this is going with the flow
i'm flowing
washed downstream
washed into a little park up on a hill
monuments up there to the first world war
and then to the second one
names on stone
hell bring home the bones, boys
and we'll set around & remember
all the italian girls we went to school with
those with light hair
& those with the night black tresses
hell I got a feelin' their teeth
ain't their own these days
I never looked at them
for their teeth anyways
hell, my dog's ears are so long
that when he's done eating
he stands there trying to lick the bits
of food off his ears where they dipped in the bowl
I'm not sure I could
live like that
s'pose I could if I had to
hell, I'm jamming ain't I?

billy joe shaver is god
aint't no god in mexico
ain't no way to understand
How one ex marine, 15 seconds and three shots almost made me choke the dog shit out of my mother

her throat so soft and warm'
I could feel carotid pulse
she showed no fear
only sorrow

not to dwell on the bad
just noticing in passing



so much for today so far
yesterday
totally blinded by the light yesterday
late afternoon riding
I guess I need a hat
no idea where I was on the road, right left middle
staring down trying to spot a bit of ground

God is the pooh bear
I think he was right
not to be sacrilegious

I be jammin?
you be jammin like a big truck winding out
if I a jamming too, then
we be jammin two

hammer hammer
let's head out on the highway
listen to them big trucks whinnnnnnnnnnnnne

action jack new action which is motion
time and motion
sometimes I take a notion
to head out on the highway and listen

it's what we need
right now that counts
tomorrow won't be anything
until it gets here
i jammed yesterday
i'm jamming today
& i'll jam tomorrow
shit will drive ya crazy

I don't know jack shit about shit
my shits fucked up
What the world needs is a good five cent cigar.


'you always gets what's coming
you never have to ask'


the origin of the word shit

Ship High In Transit
S.H.I.T.
circa 14 century I think

Maybe not, I got that info from my Jesus Freak friend, I have never known her to be wrong about anything. Wow now I am skeptical about some things she said about the bible too. How does she know? her preacher told her so "What cans't thou say to that?" G.F.

snoopes etymology of shit




need to ride
back on my wheels
the world is a smile

I feel like this is the first October I been alive in years
with a little help from my friends
I can jam with the big dogs
they honor me

biked into town
then I biked back
thought both ways
of all I lack ...
thx Jack for the song
don't think I'd heard it before

just had a lack attack
a lack attack of attitude
spend my days doing what needs doing
a lot of metaphors I suppose

for that

carry the wood chop the cross
walk on the water
kill the Buddha
and jam on friends

I wish I knew how to say it any better
the first church of it beats me

I think about what I will think about next time I sit down to jam with you all
my avocation and my vocation are almost congruent
sometimes I think about that too

sometimes I think too much
when I should drink too much
I suppose

Dream away
Rainy day
Nor'easter
Know that OC pyramid well
Did one building at sea colony
Bethany '76
Till i did a nose 1st dive off a
Pickup one night goin 70 mph
Outside of god dang Dagsboro, Del.
Cops was looking for me after my xscape
From Lewes hosp.
Damn near 40 yrs now
Lotsa water flowed
Jam too
Rain pounding outside
Reading neal c's letters
He let hells angels gang his girl
Anne Murphy at keysey's big lsd party
In la honda in '65
Its a wonder my folks moved us there in '68
Then back to suitland md. In '70
O what a world
Cali opened thine eyes
But so did old DC on fire in '68
Then we all became weld sculptors in '74
With our guru john duffy down at 918 F St. NW
Old DC damn near gone now
BAltimore laying stagnant waiting for
the bulldozer someday, i guess
Kinda miss the hood sometimes
Just was not the same without carole jean
Stay put in frederick now
Where they call out my name in the streets
"Wireman!!!"
Get wired!
Monday night let it all hangout
Someday or night i'll get it on a video for here
Just caught up in the word action within the perform
Listening to the music, translating the mind visions
Jammin loud and clear!