Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

... well, I lost that one - to put it short my game became a non-entity around move 23 and I was mated in short order after a desperate fight - i hate queen pawn games -

" He seemed a part of the strange, vast loneliness of the cannery, he belonged to it, like a girder across the roof. "
The Road to Los Angeles - John Fante

neighbor just left - he came over with his Genghis Khan John Deere tractor to clear my driveway of snow from yesterday's and last night's storm - he loves that machine and all it's attachments - built a shed just for it - there's people don't treat their dogs as well as my neighbor treats that tractor - it's got a little diesel motor and i must admit it is cool - got a fully enclosed cab, a heater and a cup holder - all sorts of blinky lights all over it & spotlights & headlights - you know, a man toy - when he's out clearing snow at night it looks like a carnival come to town - the snowblower throwing snow twenty feet in the air right thru all those light beams - man, you can't buy entertainment or pleasure or joy like that even at a casino or the bordellos of New Orleans

damn....i cant even hear myself here...but im a writin....all hail mongolia!!!

drinking establishments tend to get noisy toward the end of the week

Could Nietzsche compare with the golden hair of Jean?

The Road to Los Angeles - John Fante



Culture is a husband of many functions who moves about in the dark as if it were day - the rabbit lives there as does the nightmare - horses prefer open grasslands looking at them as home - a feast is a good thing allowing us to stare at the stars in the sky - my woman snores at the edge of dream - every stream runs according to the lay of the surrounding landscape - a notion is chosen the lotion is brought out and the party begins - i love the kardashians but the host is a ghost the headless horseman cannot bring any fear to -

turn on the light
bring on the coffee
station is up & running & online
.-.-.-.(*)
testing testing - - -

- " ... But there were no words. I had to pray, to say some things; there was a prayer in me like an egg. But there were no words. "
The Road to Los Angeles -- John Fante

(lookin' good, Cap'n) - ok boys, let's get to it -

. . . I love the stone in the yard
that I dragged there in purpose
& is now covered in snow . . .

lock & load -
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zQ72nt4yzI

hell yeah, Mongolia

She had breathed this air and smelled that sea. The smoke from her cigarette had mingled with it. Ah, this was too much, too much !

The Road to Los Angeles - John Fante

as a vandal it pays to be informed because there come times when you have to abandon the hypnotic eye for either immediate or higher purpose - i have become a listening device in a long abandoned church - 696 words have come to me here
bubbling up from the dust on the floor all of them telling me to get on the hustle - why else would i be there unless perhaps i had come to sell my soul or rumble with my nervous system ? I would have to be quick before the merchants tumbled to my strike - a fast sale was all that was necessary but i met a woman who didn't know where she was from so she picked Germany - "My people are from Germany" she told me but i knew she was lying because i come from a land where the dungeons are full to the walls with hurdle & pucker, where mothers are lumbered for shudder & sculpture who live in old houses of many rooms with windows that perform a certain function of justice & revelation & memory - she asked me if i were to come from somewhere where would it be? - from Russia i replied, i have eaten caviar meant for the table of the Czar - but now i have to deal with 696 words & must be on & sooner or later find time to brush my teeth - i tell you they once sparkled in the moonlight but those days are no more -

But Arthur Banning never found the woman of his dreams.

The Road to Los Angeles John Fante

sometimes ya can't gouge hardly an ounce of language from 200 words - and language is the thing of course - words are the fuel not the engine - and the price of fuel, at the moment, is way way down - you can vow anything with your mouth but if ya ain't got the vowels you're just looking at the shroud of Turin goin' o my god! that's so spiritual! over a piece of cloth - the difference between the word hunt and the word haunt is a matter of a single vowel -

But where was she - my woman of that bright night? Ah fog, lead me to her. I have much to forget.

The Road to Los Angeles - John Fante

lung my bunch ya bundle button
flush my drum in a church
a single painted flower on my cup
run me over just run me over
don't look now it's a naked brunch
that skirt looks good on you
bone of my bone
flesh of my flesh
lets go perch on a stump
curve our bodies
& serve our skulls
you're a store clerk
i'm a member of a gun club
don't worry
we won't get lumped with the monks
lets go earn some earth
and tongue the dusk with worked verbs
and merging verse

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-NlrEDdZ0w

Music is a universal - across all the cultures of mankind it is a given - and music today is a rich mix from many origins and all the better for that - but . . .
sometimes in the night in this age awash with "multi-culturalism" i just want to hear some old boy white man blues and nuthin' else ... so tonight that's what i'm gonna do ...
Goodnite all ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BeyA28a2xc

... I quietly let go of my greed
for right answers.

- from Poetry Left Behind - Song of the Forest - Ko Un

friction slows everything - the bird gets clinched & it's molecules re-mingled -
one listen in a million as the words appear in blizzards our shoes a privilege in the solitary confinement kingdoms - dead cripples on a mission mixture of rhythms - a silver shimmer of fish the nigra crow jams its head deep into its own feathers to scratch an itch or find a riddle among the crisp thin dimes one glimpse sees from yesterday new snow like a bridal veil from sin to sin - our wrinkles all written in a twinkle of an eye where we have drifted over to a winter wisdom

sometimes i wait & wait - for a signal for a sign - sometimes jump the gun or miss the cue -

sometimes whole years go by

hell, decades even ... - uncertainty breeds hesitation

release the tension - EXPLODE - *POOF* - BOOM!
actually there's no such thing as a relaxed state - you get to the BOOM! and the whole landscape changes - and settles in to wait the next BOOM!

egads -

it's hard to put a price on warmth in the northern climes in the middle of december - one of those whatchamacallits - a costly necessity -

Fay lost his dog at the beginning of autumn - i saw him one day when i was out on the bike - he was on a bike too - Fay! what's up? I'm looking for my dog he says, he's been MIA for two days - i never had imagined Fay on a bike - the sight brought me up to a complete halt - i watched him as he pedaled off following the river road - Fay didn't find his dog that day but the critter did come back a few days later - hungry i suppose - the whole episode did get me thinking - about how to find home - hunger = finding home -

basic algebra - equations = discoveries - maybe even a way home - my teachers from long ago would be proud -
- there goes the train whistle - i wonder if the engineer is drinking coffee -

Pollock ya drunk sumbitch - it was you who broke the whole shebang wide open -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oD0nFjjUCQo

Arriving at a brief moment
between absence and existence,
I came across a solitary spring in
the depths of the forest.
the water had long been praying.

That Path in the Forest Ko Un

www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEpQ5n_aTxU

the solstice has come & gone -
big deal ...
the wind sounds just the same - i still carry a name - it's a crap ton of trouble to carry a name -
or to have one or more vowels in it - better than just consonants i suppose - ya can't do a damn thing with consonants without vowels - Eve has two vowels sandwiching one consonant - nobody ever thinks about the significance of that little item - Adam has two vowels the same spaced by two different consonants - something going on there too - well, i won't load anything more on to that - and what is this "sometimes y" thing - i mean why the sometimes? all the rest of the vowels are always vowels - no three ways from sunday - but not y - how does this kind of shit come about? life is a relation station - soon as you're born you're related - and always related to - never related from -

right now Eve is sleeping on the couch but i'm not going to talk about that & right this very moment we have machines rolling around on the planet Mars - not going to talk about that either - except to mention they are simultaneous events -

real time - there's a phrase - real time -

o hell, put the halt on it -

Was that the Solstice and I already missed it, but can I have it back so that I can know what it was like to solstice and such? I wouldn't knows if I miss it or not. Mayhaps we can make a today a solstice day, like that, done and here it is, mingo. Now say that's a big deal, 'cause it sure is, I made solstice out of today, in a matter of that's. ha ha.

Smiles. Hello to you from here.

What to do on a solstice, by sadluckdame.
Well, I'm going to make a roast, I'll let it cook up all day until it's smothered in juice and falling to pieces. Also it's cold outside, I might stay inside for as long as possible to keep all the cold away.

Now, for solstice I should watch a holiday flick or youtube.
And lastly on this much of a much day I am greeting friends, far away, but poof all is here.

Happy winter solstice, mister.