Yup, I got nothing more today... Too Damn Happy!!! All I got to say. There's a song with that title by one of my favorite songwriters but I don't remember any of the lyrics just now. Just the title. All I need. And the happiest thing is this fun realization of what this fun realization [...]
In a corner By a broken window He looks at what he’s done and he cries to the world He cries And clutches his stomach And then he looks at me with the world in his eyes A world of pain And medication Where no one hopes for more than for each day to [...]
Everything clicks. I feel the excitement as the audience begins to sense it too. The moment is transported to that never never land of sound and rhythm. All that led me here, forgotten. The hours of contemplation, of practice, of trial an error. As if I was made to do this from the day I was [...]
The following is a piece I did for the the writer's group in the Utne Reader online community. (As I mentioned in yesterday's post) We were doing Exercise #2 of Ursula K. Le Guin’s book Steering the Craft. ------------------ After the Festival, After the festival, the station is teeming with people in traditional and not so [...]
I just had a nice conversation with my young housemates (they are 20 something and 30 something) and one of them asked me about how it felt to have been their age at a time when there was no social media (or something like that). Well, obviously there will have to be an entire story [...]
Pernicious sensations Living under my skin Crying out for liberation The way it’s always been Now they’re crawling to the surface And it’s starting to itch But I’ll never know its purpose Cause awareness is a bitch. And I don’t feel good bout what I just said But that’s the way it should be [...]
This being the first post, of something I have committed to do on a daily basis, I (of course) find myself at odds with all manner of internal demons, demigods and other distractions to the task at hand. My mind, awash with wonder as it floats around the synaptic flotsam and jetsam mired in memory's [...]
If you search the web, you won’t find any reference to Hempstock (at least I couldn’t) so I doubt that it still happens (if indeed it ever really did) but something did happen… there was a happening, on that drugged out Labor Day weekend in 1992 (or was it in 1989 or 90… 91?) Well, [...]