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