make the
bad and strong
thunder grow
to magic
and appropriate inspiration.
pin striping
whisps n room for passangers.
crunching long grass
hay field
under hooves.
sure its alright.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
to bed way too early
(late enough to be no where near enough sleep)
caring more and being able to do less
the brain the brain the brain
and the laundry
it wants what it wants
tame tame tame
morals etc.
a camp with fresh weeds growing all around
in a feed the bees kind of way
cause its sweet sweet sweet
and dew fresh
(late enough to be no where near enough sleep)
caring more and being able to do less
the brain the brain the brain
and the laundry
it wants what it wants
tame tame tame
morals etc.
a camp with fresh weeds growing all around
in a feed the bees kind of way
cause its sweet sweet sweet
and dew fresh
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
in a thought for completion and
creation with the freedom of yellow stained
cloud stretched skies
daily. hourly.
build. make. design. create.
the time as such a commodity
the mature capitalist society
explores its boundaries
of debt as affordability
and cash as building. making. designing. creating.
all the things you can do with a hammer
on dirt
under the ever running
cleaning un caring freedom
of air
gold. in a hole.
in the sky.
slowing slowing slowing
----
educrat
1968, usually pejorative; first element from education, second from bureaucrat. Said to have been coined by Claude R. Kirk Jr. (b.1926), governor of Florida.
While political leaders and corporate CEOs, focusing as usual on the quarterly return, call for "workers for the new economy," their educational reforms are producing just that: students with a grab-bag of minor skills and competencies and minds that are sadly uneventful, incapable of genuine intellectual achievement and lacking any sense of continuity with the historical and cultural traditions of our society. Their world is small, bleak, and limited; their world will become ours. [David Solway, "The Turtle Hypodermic of Sickenpods," Quebec, 2000]
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Hello said my shaky voice, well how you doin' I start to stutter ah can't cha tell I'm ah doin' fine.
things work together everywhere all the time.
the music will be when everything makes a sound.
sometimes - with absence of knowing - combined
into drones
and sometimes there is no absence of knowing.
whichever - whatever - just remember
quit your job and work together with the sun.
the music will be when everything makes a sound.
sometimes - with absence of knowing - combined
into drones
and sometimes there is no absence of knowing.
whichever - whatever - just remember
quit your job and work together with the sun.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
oh right -- and i forgot
the red squirrels.
writing nothing except about
that which is around you
here its snow snow snow
dying trees coming alive
coyotes yelling at the fucking sky
and owls hunting. hunting
though no animals starved this winter.
not one.
there is some relief
in age
dont worry though
there will always be a source of anxiety.
i promise.
there will always be struggle.
there will always be wonder
curious and confusion.
death in the mean time
from famine or flea
shhh. i still don't know. im out of practice.
the red squirrels.
writing nothing except about
that which is around you
here its snow snow snow
dying trees coming alive
coyotes yelling at the fucking sky
and owls hunting. hunting
though no animals starved this winter.
not one.
there is some relief
in age
dont worry though
there will always be a source of anxiety.
i promise.
there will always be struggle.
there will always be wonder
curious and confusion.
death in the mean time
from famine or flea
shhh. i still don't know. im out of practice.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
i was thinking it might be nice to write some more and maybe do a reading.
that might be a stretch.
but you know
tonight things, tomorrow, things.
it would be nice to have a digital camera
and a cabin.
if talking about cabin and watching cabin and reading cabin brought cabin i would have 1,000,000
and an axe.
that might be a stretch.
but you know
tonight things, tomorrow, things.
it would be nice to have a digital camera
and a cabin.
if talking about cabin and watching cabin and reading cabin brought cabin i would have 1,000,000
and an axe.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
chaos is the future and beyond it is freedom confusion is next and next after that is the truth you gotta cultivate what you need to need
as quick triumphs
'feel the moment slip away'
there are things
like the wind blowing
n the snow not falling...
seem like mysteries
are told told told
ice freezes round the grass
roots grow deep
worms process
feet cross the bridge
n on n on n on
quick now
stick your hands
in the shit
n stir it up
it'll grow n feed
trust
'feel the moment slip away'
there are things
like the wind blowing
n the snow not falling...
seem like mysteries
are told told told
ice freezes round the grass
roots grow deep
worms process
feet cross the bridge
n on n on n on
quick now
stick your hands
in the shit
n stir it up
it'll grow n feed
trust
Saturday, February 11, 2012
i drove through the rain and through the snow. the snow disappeared and everything cleared and things then grew dark all around me.
a calmer day on the ice ground winter
feet
it creeps it creeps
and then it falls over the falls in a rush of speed
to break on the rock of needs 8 feet below
the wind colds special and slow
as a reminder of humanity
n a reminder of what is warm
like the backs of special girls
that scream when frozen hands
are shoved in their shirts
feet
it creeps it creeps
and then it falls over the falls in a rush of speed
to break on the rock of needs 8 feet below
the wind colds special and slow
as a reminder of humanity
n a reminder of what is warm
like the backs of special girls
that scream when frozen hands
are shoved in their shirts
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