Sunday, 2 December 2012

Merry sunday to all ye faithful!
(& unfaithful too..=) hell, I ain't gon´ discriminate

le's start off with a bit of chilled out sunday type relaxin sweet jazz by the ever so touching & magnificent Billie:

aaah, been listenin to her all morning & afternoon. 

N now good ladies & gentlefolk of this good kind earth have a diggin of this: my dear diamond souled buddy sent me this a couple of days ago & I've been burstin to share it with y'all..
an illustrated version of me lil poem, created so magically by the amazing Abraham! 

MAN! that just blows me away!! Hope you find him & love him! 

& if you see him in the street give 'im a big hug=) 

Here, I thought I'd share some magnetic poetry with ya!
These ones be from my days in ol Brighton (2004ish):

over there I sound of song
let me use your bomb 
for crack

                                    the wind says dryly 

a minute after
the day
yet here we

                 I d want a bruised meal
                 with glass and
                 go away
                 Claire & ...c

                                 a book said slender tongue
                                 can stagger and run

dark bouquet smells of him

see my summer people in red
immense like avenues
consumed by skin

                  these tendril sisters
                  full or not
                  slice you through it
                  Claire (& ...c)

if this were on
tell all from
up about

                             has his dirty shower willed

put out her only burning

& these her in Finlandio in the year 2008:

Will sleep more easily

                                       Open clothes
                                       spend many a day

Hear no mean
old talk

                                 Smile and laugh
                                 around friendly people
                                 with long almost slow surprise
                                 Ems & ...c

Listen to silent mind
between night like
secret generous child

                                When some word which was
                                our kind
                                said no too soon
                                it must have needed

Borrow the dinner
then keep close so
joker of same
empty time
can cry after her
Ems & ...c

                                Always sweet & warm
                                my favorite woman
                                Ems & Mama

They go alike here
taste the idea of that

                                 Chocolate for big full

Tear my share

                                Relax believe in
                                Ems & Mama

I would stay near you
though he hugs you

                               Fight dark light
                               like a strong flower

How safe two came

                               Drink under funny heart
                               together grow through
                               delirious story

She does tell

Aaa, dig all them fine poets! & get yrself a set of ol fridge poetry & tell yr own sweet little stories! Just let go & let it all come to ya! Great fun. 

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
4. Be in love with yr life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time

15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

-Jack Kerouac

Lastly ol Prophet speaks:

Then a lawyer said, But what of our Laws,

And he answered:

You delight in laying down laws,

Yet you delight more in breaking them.

Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-
towers with constancy and then destroy them with

But while you build your sand-towers the ocean
brings more sand to the shore, And when you
destroy them the ocean laughs with you.

Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent.

But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and
man-made laws are not sand-towers,

But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with
which they would carve it in their own likeness?

What of the cripple who hates dancers?

What of the ox who loves his yoke and deems the
elk and deer of the forest stray and vagrant things?

What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin,
and calls all others naked and shameless?

And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast,
and when overfed and tired goes his way
saying that all feasts are violation and all feasters

What shall I say of these save that they too stand in
the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun?

They see only their shadows, and their shadows are
their laws.

And what is the sun to them but a caster of

And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop
down and trace their shadows upon the earth?

But you who walk facing the sun, what images
drawn on the earth can hold you?

You who travel with the wind, what weather-vane
shall direct your course?

What man's law shall bind you if you break your
yoke but upon no man's prison door?

What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble
against no man's iron chains?

And who is he that shall bring you to judgement if
you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's

People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and
you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall
command the skylark not to sing?

be well!

Lotsa love


Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Long time no postage!

HElls bells!

But we goeth agayn 

So, I ain't got nuffink particular to share or tell or such but I felt like doin somethin with this here thing.. 

Well no, actually I've gots these here: 

 first off I cannot overstate the awesomeness of this:

just keeps on gettin better! 

and then comes the magical brilliance of Sir Abraham:


This is full of wonders!

I'm completely hooked & could spend hours on there discoverin allsorts but alas! time 
doth not be kind! 

a random Bukowski for ya:

the finest of the breed

there's nothing to
there's nothing to
there's nothing to

it's sad
it's not

seems the
most sensible
a person can
with drink in
as the walls
their goodbye

one comes through
with a certain
amount of
efficiency and

some accept
the possibility of
to help them

take it
straight on

and to those

I drink


& maybe silly (to follow such a great) but fuck it, I'll include one of me own... please pardon a simple guy his folly...

Eyeless night

On the kitchen floor I
sit & ponder about sweet
nothings in the night
(hard to write when all 
drunk & tired..)
I whisper with eyes
closed to my honey & confess
the feelings in my secret
little drunk soul..
Too stupid & little I feel
in these dark & wee
eyeless hours..
Past are the HC drinkin
days & spouting sessions..
Well, now they're only
spouting! too much bollocks.
The moon don't even 
back me up on these 

Half a heart dangling 
from my neck..
the other half too wise..
Forget about me in
these dreamy nights &
see visions of stars &
the future & maybe I'll be 
  Maybe I'll be forgiven...

-Chris A.d.M sometime in 2006...

& last but in no way least, le Prophet speaketh:

Then one of the judges of the city stood forth
and said, Speak to us of Crime and Punishment.

And he answered, saying:

It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the

That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong
unto others and therefore unto yourself.

And for that wrong committed must you knock and
wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed.

Like the ocean is your god-self;

It remains for ever undefiled. 

And like the ether it lifts but the winged.

Even like the sun is your god-self;

It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the
holes of the serpent. 

But your god-self dwells not alone in your being.

Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet

But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist
searching for its own awakening.

And of the man in you would I speak. 

For it is he and not your god-self nor the pigmy in
the mist that knows crime and punishment of

Oftentimes have I heard you speak of one who
commits a wrong as though he were not one of you,
but a stranger unto you and an intruder upon your

But I say that even as the holy and the righteous
cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one
of you,

So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than
the lowest which is in you also.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the 
silent knowledge of the whole tree,

So the wrongdoer cannot do wrong without the
hidden will of you all.

Like a procession you walk together towards your

You are the way and the wayfarers.

And when one of you falls down he falls for those
behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone. 

Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who,
though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the
stumbling stone.

And this also, though the word lie heavy upon your

The murdered is not unaccountable for his own 

And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed.

The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the

And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of
the felon.

Yea, the guilty is oftentimes the victim of the

And still more often the condemned is the burden
bearer for the guiltless and unblamed. 

You cannot separate the just from the unjust and the
good from the wicked;

For they stand together before the face of the sun
even as the black thread and the white thread are woven

And when black thread breaks, the weaver shall
look into the whole cloth, and he shall examine the 
loom also.

If any of you would bring to judgement the 
unfaithful wife,

Let him also weigh the heart of her husband in
scales, and measure his soul with measurements.

And let him who would lash the offender look unto
the spirit of the offended.

And if any of you would punish in the name of 
righteousness and lay the axe unto evil tree, let
him see to its roots;

And verily he will find the roots of the good and the
bad, the fruitful and the fruitless, all entwined
together in the silent heart of the earth.

And you judges who would be just.

What judgement pronounce you upon him who
thought honest in the flesh yet is a thief in spirit?

What penalty lay you upon him who slays in the
flesh yet is himself slain in the spirit?

And how prosecute you him who in action is a
deceiver and an oppressor,

Yet who also is aggrieved and outraged?

And how shall you punish those whose remorse is 
already greater than their misdeeds?

Is not remorse the justice which is administered by 
that very law which you would fain serve?

Yet you cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor
lift it form the heart of the guilty.

Unbidden shall it call in the night, that man may
wake and gaze upon themselves.

And you who would understand justice, how shall
you unless you look upon all deeds in the fullness of

Only then shall you know that the erect and the
fallen are but one man standing in twilight between
the night of his pigmy-self and the day of his god-

And that the cornerstone of the temple is not higher
than the lowest stone in its foundation. 


lota love


Wednesday, 15 August 2012


Got a package from my good buddy Mr.Nervous.. or Mr.Cape.. well Abey anyway. & in this parcel was.. yes indeedy, a copy of Nervous in a Cape issue 6!!! It's marvelous stuff y'all & I highly recommend shooting down to


ta git urself a copy ( or many..) of said Comic!!!

& dig ol lovey Helen's bikey blog!

AAA some many things to do & dig & so lil time!!! Darn dang it all...

Prophet goes:

And a merchant said, Speak to us of Buying and Selling.

And he answered and said:

To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not
want if you but know how to fill your hands.

It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you
shall find abundance and be satisfied. 

Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice
it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

When in the market-place you toilers of the sea and
fields and vineyards meet the weavers and the 
potters and the gatherers of spices - 

Invoke then the master spirit of the earth, to come
into your midst ad sanctify the scales and the 
reckoning that weighs value against value.

And suffer not the barren-handed to take part in
your transactions, who would sell their words for
your labour.

To such men you should say:

´Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers
to the sea and cast your net;

´For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you
even as to us.´

And if there come the singers and the dancers and
the flute-players - buy of their gifts also.

For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense,
and that which they bring, though fashioned of
dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.

And before you leave the ,market-place, see that no
one has gone his way with empty hands.

For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep
peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least
of you are satisfied.


& I count ol Abe with the singers & dancers & flute players 

"For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense,
and that which they bring, though fashioned of
dreams, is raiment and food for your soul."

So it be time t go t bed again...

nights N a whole lotta lovin!


Tuesday, 14 August 2012


Sometimes I feel like wantin to be one of these dudes..

Or crazy ol Lao Tse hangin out in the misty mountains..

& at other times I feel like wantin to be one of these instead:

AAahh... tryin to figure things out...

& the Prophet says:

And the weaver say, Speak to us of

And he answered:

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they
hide not the unbeautiful. 

And though you seek in garments the freedom of
privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.

Would that you could meet the sun and the wind
with more of your skin and less of your raiment.

For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand
of life is in the wind.

Some of you say, ´It is the north wind who has
woven the clothes we wear.´

And I say, Ay, it was the north wind,

But shame was his loom, and the softening of the
sinews was his thread. 

And when his work was done he laughed in the 

Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the
eye of the unclean.

And when the unclean shall be no more, what were
modesty but a fetter and fouling of the mind?

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your
bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

& stuff like that makes one lean more twards the former..

Torn between the two.....................................

lotsa lovin!