Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

thanks for listening so well to Claude's zen speak, mr Tiles.

wireman back from nirvana
saving all sentient beings
his eyelids sown shut
welding lights and
visions of snow tigers

thunder and lightning
and rain, just when everything looked like it was going to die and blow away. My zinnia is dead, I wish I could throw it away, but I need it sitting there looking like death. Keeps me mindful of loving my plants. Jimbo I am at good spot right now, the words are coming but i have no descipline as a writer, no skills, no punctuation i have play withe the word prcesssor to get the squiggly lines to go away, someday I am going to have take Engiish 101 again. Claude reminds of the kids (they seemed like kids so young but of course they were men) I met in the MCHR, the Medical Cadre for Human Rights, started by returning combat medics and doctors. THey have disapeared, I think they were out of chicago but I can't find anything on google. The peace movement the anti war movement in the sixties took on a different light in the seventies, the short hairs the professors of quantum physics were gone, time for the crazies in the seventies. I like his questioning of the anit-war protests, that party hardy hippie chicks in long flowing dresses, wild eyed long haired hippie boy saints. Everytime I hear someone say we need hit the streets raise some hell, stop the war I wonder if they are agent provacateurs. I been begging doreen to lock me out, I would not come back again, and this place is bad for me right now jim, I been saying good bye three days but i am to much of a compulsive scribler, can't dance might as well right, and you spelled my name wrong, what kind of shit is that mr tilles, it is mr truck driver to you kid, do i need an emoticon here. thanks for the howdy howdy

Mr Tilles
miles away
yet so near

there will be a massive anti-war demonstratin in DC September 24

about the same time into the Vietnam War the mass protests started
look to see some more of them

scribble away it's ok with me

No way
but i don't know how
take an act of god to get me there.
I just wasted an hour I thought C wanted to jam
let my nephew down
job interview I was suppose to be there to help him with
totaly let that kid down
praying that it works ok

speaking of the crawford churces, I am thinking of how the leadership came from black churches in the south you say three churches is that just the white ones?

glad I found somebody to jam with

i talked to him on the phone i thought he had it under control, waiting for a jphone call

sometimes I think its a shame
when I fell like I am winnign when I am losing again

siddhartha echoing thru
bodhi tree time
wisdom from the east
knowledge from the west
stars abound
blackness pervades
accentuates in fact
you don't see the buddha
you just feel him
one hemp seed planted
seed of "NOW".............

siddharta let his kid down
went wandering brahmin bezerker
let a cowmaid feed him ricemilk
a moderste temptation
found his niche in satori
left a clue for marco polito
be here now

he try harder
found the cortesan
found the trade
and the dinero
but it was that ferry boat
really grabbed him
by the balls............

down by the river
i shot my baby
with pure sweet weed
right up her nose
she sighed smiling
in the moonlight.

pulled the rug
out from under my
cinnamon girl and
caught the bong
at the same time
then we caught the
cripple creek ferry
runnin thru the
over hangin trees............

wisdom from the east
knowledge from the west
stars abound
blackness pervades

wisdom from the east
wisdom from the west

yinged yanged
up the creek without a padle
constant change in a two fold continuous multiplicity
two bit trucker zenn
wisdom is a woman
but yu don't got to fuk them

as lenny bruce said of jackie hauling ass out of that limo in Dalas,
I imagine Jack't last words to her were probably"Run for your life Jackie"
A woman is the wonder of the world
but you don't got to fuk them to feel their love
this old priest is happy for you both mark
rejoice.

Jimbo
past that
this pilgrim has moved on
but happily I have not lost my sense of humor about sex
it is ludicrous.

Cecil too.

swimming in dark unkown waters
a leap of faith into the dark sea with in me as a metaphor for my soul and my soul a metaphor for all the best things that can' be talked about. My conspirarcy theory, my model is monkey brains encapsulates phylogey. Far down in the empty reaches of my brain, below even reptile brains, a level of pure consciousnes beyond language communication and jam

spontaneous stream
not edited yet.
edits in blue

spectrum of consciousness
cryptic smiles
sodden quaint gestures of art.

can't live with.............
let's not go to
that cliche ridden
territory...........
dedicated to the
goddess, that I am................

beauty, it comes in breaths and starts
a gasp, a halt in the flow of time
cosmic crunch - a bash oh!
small steps over lily pads
whish of dragonfly
life is a well-kept oasis

life is a well-kept oasis

The great secret which life has kept from us is that once born, life is immortal.

http://www.ctheory.net/text_file.asp?pick=276

life is eternal
life is beautiful
life is love
life is a mystery
life is a gift

unless you find yourself
a new born baby in Niger
then
life is a dam good joke