Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

coffee and hashish
i wish for right now
an a peaceful morocco
an tunisia as well
an also marseillez
their bastard child
in·noc·u·ous
producing no injury
just marrakech
in france
on the northern coast of the
mediterranian sea.
subterranianz bluez,
but i got
stoned
cool rain
hippy rock music.
time to jam
an loaf.

you the jammin' man
cold wind whoopin' ass
took care of buisness
and got the fuck off
that roof, sittin' in my
studio listening to the
wind, the birds and the
chimes....free...............

wind, chimes, birds,
rain off the cuff
dug in dirt this mawnin
transplanted palm trees
into my hospice for dying
trees and bushes and flowers.

some do better,
may even survive.
wet floridum day.

pot a plant hospital
I bless thy green
essence and brown
rot, may the combo
be the juice that renews
your roots be well..........

yeah gotta renew
me my own compost
shit and sand

mo roots
whada ya do
when ya gotta
go back, the
prodigal son
returning to
the place where
life began 24th & M.......NW Washington, D.C.

we goes all the way back
you moved to the next county
i was a speck of dust
blowin in the wind.
we both had some hard landings.

still walking.
it becomes even more
brilliant,
not faded.
slightly darker
but more contrast,
yet dulled,
but not uncompassionate
and returning to the source,
the bell of mindfullness.
boinggggg!

just found out I sold
a couple of my wired
guys, guess it's time
to go get a bottle of the Capn', Huh.....

Today I am back in the city of pillars of stone
White walls reflecting the raw frequencies of the uninvisible
Wires dancing in the cold air at the sound of silence
Let us all get drunk at the wine from the sky
Yo ho ho
And a bottle
Of rhOM

welcome, thirsty travailler
vagabum of early morning hues
or late nite reveller
goinggg to snooze
which iz youse?

now wiremon
you know you should not be fritting away your hard won wire profits on alcohol.

wireman won
sculptures away
me lads
sculptures away
the captain said
all hands on deck
land ho
what A sight! islands of the sky,
underground springs gushing forth,
fountained city, her
white pillars in morning sunshine
perfect cylindrical forms
catch the light and shadow and
shadows reflected captured light of
white walls invisible scintillations of
blue, yellow, brilliant in light
subdued in shade
waiting for late afternoon and relief
and another round of toasts and revelries...
no early morning revellie.....
wake up slow, greeted by visions of
great pillars, splashing sun and shadows' reflecting light
off white walls...

White walls reflecting the raw frequencies of the uninvisible

24th & M.......NW Washington, D.C.

14th & U St NW

Before MLK was murdered

It was a groovy neighborhood

Then it turned into Beirut

Still a burned out neighborhood to this day, I bet.

Twenty blocks from the presidential palace, is a third world country.

But never mind, I got out for a ride yesterday, Texas two lane and wildflowers. Lady Bird wanted to put “The Wildflower State” on the license plates but the boys in Austin turned it down because it wasn’t macho enough.

Sam Charters poetry
of the Blues????????????

Yeah every time I think of his wife. Anne Charters you wrote my life.

No, the only thing I know about Charters is that I think his wife’s biography of Kerouac reads like a beat novel. Jack we hardly knew ya.

drama queenz
killer clownz
spontaneous absurdity

Spontaneous pixels
just a tippy tappy compulsion of mine
Driving on Jimboloco
I am driving home

died abruptly coughed up blood

I hope she is ok.
I am listening to a show on PBS about mother daughter relationships
I get by on imaginary estrogen.

I been playing Alamo Rose’s death scene in my head for over twenty years.
Phenomenology just a two bit word for Zen. I still can’t tell you exactly what I mean by seeing it on Husserl’s TV, I am not as crazy about Husserl as I used to be, I lose him when he starts making up new words. I think ordinary everyday English should do the trick but then Shakespeare sure made up a lot of words too.

I remember my sister walked into the room at that exact moment Rose drew her last breath. She just froze there. No tears, no melodrama just a chill. Then I got up and covered the mirror with a sheet.

(to be continued.....)

Texas wildflowers beats everything else all to hell.
Alamo Rose was there in the breeze
whispering this to all the little bees.

http://www.capturedreflections.net/page ... lowers.htm
Glad you're back, we missed ya!

such a long time now
but the cow's came home
putting together a whale
of a gig for this years
Sowebo Festival here
in the city of the charmed
the 20th fest and there'll
be some doings in Edgar
Allan Poe Alley...poetry,
blues and welded fire right
on into the night..............

ah my lovely lil jam
in perpetuity ya still
be here waitin' for the
break-a-day...................

Amalis benky noy try bansin
Fentertall slinky foynot lansing
Exqueunt bandanerium!