Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

All the Henry's
Reading about
Paris Henry to night
by brassai
The photographer
Eye of Paris
Tired jam
Is there such thing?
Blurry eyed
Time for the
Darkness of dreams
Jam on.....

if I was a writer
I mean a real god dam writer
I could tell you about tired
I could tell you what it was like
on the road
not that Bodhi road of Jack's
but the low road
the beat homeless
driven trail of tears
but what's the point
don't want to bum you out
all I am saying it was an addiction
only motion would quench
had to keep moving
mile after mile after hour after day after years
but along the way there were respites
when the nightmare and the the driving came together
and I would lay me down to rest or die
and get up and do it some more till I had to fall down and rest or die


but what's the point
don't walnt to bum you out with my bad habits

when I lost the road i was at my wits end
then I stumbled on litkicks and my addiction to motion, the road, was satisfied again
then I was barred because I got on Levi's nerves
and I was lost again till doreen and clay started studio eight
and I was home again

I used to think it was cool when Levi wrote that his "dues fucking paid"
now I realize it was just my vanity.

Amen indeed!!!

I been drinking and thinking
Thinking about his mother
a lot
really
she was mean to him
I am so far behind him
I would like to catch up a little
and maybe leave a few crumbs for the young

I need more heroes that lived to be old men
I got too many suicides on my bookshelf

Miller did it for me
At a young age
I stumbled upon him
The Henry Miller reader
He can become a great comforter
Many's the man or woman
who become captivated upon
reading him
Just got this new bio that I can't put down

I got ta hit and quit but

J.D.Salinger did for me at an early age
Oh but Jerry I hardly knew ya

oyez oyez
Big Sur Callin, courtesy of some friends of Bennie

Litkicks had a lot of young ones, high school kids, college kids, I felt like I watched them grow up, that is
what made it so cool
a lot of young minds discovering america for the first time

synchronicity
I played with the buttons and shuffled all the posts now every time I come to perpetual this is the post I go to

writers need to apply
by Axanderdeath » Tue Dec 21, 2004 4:23 pm
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any fucking job
bad ones good ones, there are too many of us.

Become a critic.
you know like ebert and that dink rupert.
watch more t.v.

NEVER READ!
it will sap your creative juice.
but milk your self when you are lonely

.

What magic it was
Ingredients right
Don't know why it got
Dropped like a hot potato
Too much fire?
So much time since then
My whole 50's
Big social experiment snuffed
Still leaves bad taste.enuff

yeah

sorry
just going with the flow
ya know jamming with you is like running with the big dogs for me.


I don't know what good it does to get a bitter taste about change, why it got dropped, well actually it all went wrong ten thousand years ago some people said, when the pecker heads took over and run the goddess out of the garden

shit I don't know different strokes
I got studio eight
I am not a bitter about it
maybe people like me dropped it
what did firecracker call us
bourgeois got dam that fucking word looked up a million times and can't remember

down and dirty

but catch you on the flip flops

flip flops and terrabops

Doreen got a better business model if you ask me.

It was a bad time for me
I had I had run out of road
and the road was all I had for twenty years
I found a little garden there
a beat truck stop
I am nothing but grateful for litkicks




I got bitter taste for empires
"I want to create wilderness out of an empire."
-Gary Snyder

I think it was the
All Aboard!!!
A newness
That's all
Sounding like an old song
U B Big Jam Dog ST

She was like no other

true love

it almost happened to me once
Henry Miller escaped the mother's aura
I never did

hearts and hard drives
mean time to failure
about 3 billion spins

Turning faster everyday
I a couple hundred million left
don't want to waste a minute of it worrying about what could have been
doctor say I'll live five years if keep balling this jack

true love first time
it was short but it was sweet
carried me on these past fifty years
just the memory of it
I am old but pretty happy but
Hitomaro is right
May those that are born after me
Never travel such roads of love

not so short
I had plenty of time
it seems like an eternity looking back on it
true love first love yes
I once knew paradise in another life
or so it seems
I had five years
from sweet sixteen never been kissed
to twenty one and almost a virgin

Henry and his mom
That's a sad one
Jack and memere
Now that was love
Missing mom
Her last present a
Hickory farm cheese box
Now expired