will usually will

transitions

2010-04-15T13:36:00.000-07:00

hmmm, already the Ides of April---be very afraid of the IRS, instead of poor Caesar and his Ides of March.

lots of changes happening-hence, "transitions"--haven't written in a long time--just doesn't seem to be there now--i do have, let's see, five poems published in this quarterly netzine of http://thewriteplaceatthewritetime.org/ ---these are some of my favorite poems---among them "drops"---one that i have been working on for several years actually----anyway, they are mostly longer, so i was very pleased that the folks at writeplace accepted them--the folks at the 'zine seem committed to what they are doing and are good writers themselves--check it out and if you have anything you might want published, they not only give you a fair read, they also give feedback.

today, rode to the beach--with about a 10 knot easterly wind, it felt like it was in low 60's---the salt spray was strong and as always brought out old memories. i know that in Tennessee, dogwoods are blooming, wisteria vines are covered with clusters of purple flowers with my favorite fragrance-even more than azalea--everything sleeping is coming back to life. i wish i could be there now-but i guess you can't be in two or more places at once.

my reading has changed from Louis L'Amour to Doyle and Sherlock Holmes. Occasional poems by Cohen---will be moving on to Kerouac and to Plath--if that doesn't jumpstart some words, then i will stumble back to Yeats and Coleridge---there's more there, just have to find it.

have seemed to be stuck on a few songs lateley that get played over and over--Cohen's "Bird on a Wire" and "Hallelujah" and of course, Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah"---two completely different arrangements- Cohen chose to do his song emphasizing smoky voice and organ/piano---Buckley's guitar is some of the best guitar work i've ever heard and nobody can match it. Johnny Cash also did a good version of "Bird on a Wire" which leads to "Delia's Gone" and "I Walk the Line"--other "stuck" songs ----"Free Bird"--no explanation needed--"Grace" by Ralston and a different song, same name"Grace" done by Anthony Kearns of The Irish Tenor, "Thunder Road" and "The Hitter" by Springsteen, an old Irish song "Four Green Fields" done traditionally by The Dubliners and the recent one done by Christiane Cargill--and a couple of early 90's Jimmy Barnes songs--"Last Frontier" "Let's Make It Last All Night" and "Lay Down Your Guns"--and several versions of the song about the Aussies at Gallipoli in WWI- "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda."
hopefully more soon
peace
-will-

March

2010-03-02T12:01:00.000-08:00

Severely falling behind on posts--with a lot of excuses and some reasons--
Cool seems to hang on in Florida--ok, mostly cool and some cold--for non-Fla's, anything 40 degrees or colder here is cold, especially when you throw in a 10 or 20 mile an hour sea breeze--i don't do well in cool or cold, but life goes along as it will and i am NOT complaining

actually was up early enough to see sunrise this morning--not at the beach but at our house a block inland---it was to rain today s0 i expected the "red sky at morning" but it was actually a golden sunrise--haven't seen many like this and certainly none more beautiful--think Maxfield Parrish--every palm tree, every bush, everything seemed to have a golden glow as if the lighting came from inside--it only lasted a short while but this is one i will file away and wish i could find the ability or colors to paint or even better than these feeble words to describe it--

a blessing

peace
-will-

history

2010-02-08T19:25:00.000-08:00

saw a beautiful shuttle launch this morning--one of the advantages of living just south of Cape Canaveral--also saw the Challenger in 1986--i was standing in a parking lot and saw the explosions and all the debris raining down--still, all my mind could do was register that something was different--the idea of something terribly catastrophic didn't even cross my mind until i heard a radio that someone had on--the NASA spokewoman said that there was an anomaly- i knew then that the shuttle was destroyed and everyone was gone--24 years ago and it's one of those memories that could have been yesterday-----

tonight, listening to two of my favorite songs--Winds of Change by Scorpions and Right Here, Right Now by Jesus Jones---songs that are completely different in style but both talk about history--the Berlin Wall coming down and things going on around it--i remember it well too and the thing i remember the most was that no one could believe it was actually happening--i had been in Germany a few years before that and an Mig 23 had actually flown across the border and through a lot of West Germany and we had scrambled two F15s with live ordnance (missiles and guns) to shoot it down--like Maverick (Tom Cruise) in TopGun, one of the F15 pilots had done an inverted identification of it--he had flown upside down, almost canopy to canopy with the Mig, who chose at that point to fly as low and fast as he could back to East Germay---of course, look in history books and that never happened--but it did

too much thinking tonight
peace
-will-

luna

2010-01-29T19:13:00.000-08:00

According to the news, tonight's full moon was going to appear as the largest to be seen this year.------for once, it was worth reading the news

The moon was----perfect. So perfect, it was one of those moments when it makes you wonder if you have ever seen the moon so perfect before, or maybe even more apropos, if you would ever be fortunate enough to experience it again. I sat on my patio, in a cold deck chair, feeling completely blessed but insignificant (does being"blessed" and "insignificant" contradict each other?) as I watched the silver lady make part of her voyage across the sky. She was so bright that it was possible to see only a handful of the brighter stars and planets---almost like all the other ones chose to withdraw in reverence.

The memory that came to mind was one night in the Australian outback when I had ridden my old Triumph far enough away from our small village that when I turned off the bike and headlight, I could see absolutely no man-made light or even a glow. That particular night happened to occur on a new moon--so absolutely every star possible to see was clearly visible. The effect was overwhelming--there were so many stars and planets visible that the sky appeared to be cloudy but the "clouds" were celestial lights, given full radiance by the absence of the moon's light. And I literally almost fell off my bike, just about turning it over trying to see all the lights. When I finally got off my bike, I ended up with a sore neck for about a week trying to soak them all in---and yes, the Southern Cross is beautiful.

Maybe insignificance is sometimes a blessing.

peace
-will-

new year plus

2010-01-26T14:35:00.000-08:00

yes, it's been a while since i've posted anything--life seems to have intervened in the interim---but life goes on--other writing has been similarly reluctant--probably the main thing that reminds me that i do attempt to write is the occasional rejection from submissions that i did to contests (usually with entry fee) or to magazine/litzines several months ago--no suprises there except for the occasional encouragement from an editor who explains that although we didn't select your stuff, it didn't totally suck--ok, to be fair, that is my paraphrasing--some of the rejections have been very kind and actually supportive---but i do not want to talk about rejections now--they too are a part of life especially if you put yourself in that position attempting to get your stuff read---as far as writing, my real lifeline is Shirley and the folks at WordCatalystMagazine- my column and occasional poem or two there---i don't seem to be able to find a way to prime the well but i am still working on it
peace
-will-

time

2009-12-04T19:31:00.000-08:00

probably my favorite song from DarkSide of the Moon--"time has gone, the song has ended-thought I had something more to say"

writing like i think (as usual)--have more or less been offline last week or so-except to occasionally check e-news---i live about an hour away from Orlando--i had to remind myself that there was news other than Tiger---trying to find out some news about Afghanistan and Iraq--we have a young friend in his early twenties who is stationed in an FOB (forward operating post) in Army artillery in southern Afghanistan--this is his first holiday season over there-he gets to come home in Feb for when his wife has their first child---his best friend was killed by IED(improvised explosive device) a couple of weeks ago--i support him and all of our troops over "in the sandbox"--i don't know about what the whole thing is about over there and certainly as Colin Powell would say are---"our definable objectives and our exit strategy"--two things according to him we need before entering any conflict and hearing generals talk about how our objective was to "win the hearts and minds of the people"-------plagiarizing General Westmoreland who said the same thing about VietNam---talked to a couple of senior NCO's who have been in theater as tankers-crewmember on Abrams tanks-one said that he was more concerned about all the years he has been around depleted uranium shells (standard Abrams tank ordnance) than the rest of the things there----and today the Ft Hood units left for deployment-this was the deployment that the psychiatrist was supposed to go on before he decided to shoot the folks there----it's a crazy world, an Arab-American killing people because he was afraid to be deployed to Muslim countries------as an officer if he so strongly felt that he couldn't go or was being "taunted"--he could have resigned his commission and paid back all the money the Army had spent on him---IF resignation had been refused he could have been introduced to a cell in Levenworth if he didn't do well in the court-martial or if he hadn't been able to convince them he had mental health problems after months of coverage on CNN-but he decided to do what he did ---------don't know, don't want to go any further down that road--
parts of the life i miss, some that i don't--

and great job by Shirley and Harry on the December WordCatalystMagazine---it looks great and as usual good stuff to read or to look at--

Peace
-will-

old days

2009-11-16T17:17:00.000-08:00

just watched a special on Windover, which is actually very close to here--in the 80's in the middle of a proposed development, artifacts were discovered especially in a pond that had apparently been in existence for thousands of years. the newly discovered (as if they had been lost) Native Americans were called the Windover Culture and it was discovered that they had used the pond as a burial/entombment site beginning 7-9000 years ago where they would stake out the bodies so they wouldn't float, place things that must have been important to them, and then over the years, the tannic acid would preserve unbelievable amounts of remains. The archaeologists were actually able to not only discover brain tissue but brain tissue that had useable DNA, as did teeth, bones, bone marrow, etc. This was a large burial site but so far the scientists have only discovered one young man that died as a result of violence--apparently he was hit with a thin spear---thrown with a carved stick or bone called an atlatl(or woomera in Australia) that would increase the velocity and distance of the spear-- the researchers were able to determine that this young man died a quick death and received the same burial as others---i wonder if they considered that perhaps the young man died accidentally---hmmm--anyway, other burials included a teenager with spina bifida, which would have left the young person with perhaps an open spine, but certainly paralyzed and in constant pain---the scientists said that this debunked the idea that all ancient peoples would either kill such a person at death or allow them to die---also there were bodies of folks in their mid-60's-perhaps later--again, common belief was that older members of the group were allowed to starve or just die at the mercy of nature----now the big controversy is that some scientists think the dna proves that these people came from Europe instead of Asia---now that would indeed be interesting---so again the one thing proved was that we never know as much as we think we do
peace
-will-

Autumn

2009-11-14T18:51:00.000-08:00

been a while since i've found my way here--Samhain has passed again, cool weather even in Florida, which means 40's and 50's at night and 20 degrees or so warmer during the day--of course, it will be colder later but i feel for friends and family up north or norther (?)--i guess the years in Florida and places like Australia made my blood thinner---ahhh, life goes on--should be working on old truck or triumph and maybe, just maybe this week, i will find enough energy to do that--it's been way too long since i've roared down the road in or on either---the triumph--well, the megaphones in exhaust pipes i fear are either missing or purposedly destroyed--no, not by me---a kind constable in Australia--where your exhaust can be no louder than 100 db's at 2000 rpms checked it as part of a mandatory "safety" test---since i don't have a tach, he hooked up his own and as i watched the tach approach 2000, the db meter climbed well over 120 and was still climbing when he had me turn off the engine at about 1700 rpm--he had me start it again and then called my attention to something in the distance and before i could look back, he told me to kill the engine--expecting the inevitable, but he smiled, pronounced the dbs were exactly 97, i opened my mouth to say something and he shook my hand and said, "Welcome to Oz, Yank"--no, i didn't flinch, though i never got used to being called a "Yank" --but i managed to return the firm handshake as he said, "Nice bike, that's one thing the Brits knew how to do"--I thanked him, a smile-"No worries, mate"- I offered to buy him something to drink or lunch--he smiled, looked down, finger to side of nose, "Uhh, no mate, I've got (smile became bigger) some real inspections to make--careful riding--bikes don't do too well tangling with roo's or emus."
I like Aussies--if i had a "bucket list," it certainly would include going back to OZ, especially the outback in South Australia and Adelaide--a beautiful city that at least then liked Yanks.
We just shared a Veteran's Day with them, even though it was originally called Armistice Day, and came to be called Remembrance Day in Australia, New Zealand, and Tasmania.(WWI ended in 1918, "on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month"---though true to the way that war was conducted and the "peace accord" was signed, all the guns continued to blast away right up to that "eleventh hour" and in many instances past then).

peace (maybe someday we will find it)
-will-
peace

November WCM

2009-10-31T18:31:00.000-07:00

Good job Shirley, Harry, et al that just put out the most recent WordCatalystMagazine-the November issue-i just have had a chance to skim parts of it but it looks as good as ever-i will read all of it later, in small doses to be able to appreciate it fully. i am glad that Shirley has allowed me to continue as a columnist, though i know i stretch the boundaries for length and what is allowable as a column. My "column"---"Just a PostCard"--another time, another place--just might be a short story or novella, whether it is fact or fiction---hmmm,ok the names are not anyone i know--the rest, nope, not tellin'
peace
-will-

Sundays

2009-10-26T22:23:00.000-07:00

Late posting--got home late last night and had one of those nights-so today was mostly a "bed" day--but it was worth it--yesterday went to church--yeah, i did, first time in years-expected the ceiling to crack or a tsunami to hit -church building is only about 4-500 yards from beach--but all went well, saw people i hadn't seen for years and it actually felt good to go for service--actually, it was a dream for my Mom and other members on her side of my family for me to be a preacher--obviously got sidetracked--now, wait, that's not as strange an expectation as it sounds---my grgr grandfather was a Church of Christ preacher up well into his nineties(he also was in the Confederate calvary serving under Nathan Bedford Forest), my gggrandfather (his father-in-law) was a Church of Christ preacher for years , even before it was called Church of Christ--then it was the Christian Church--i had at least three other grandfathers that were Baptist preachers--so as i was being raised, our preacher and my family really pushed that-as did one of my favorite Sunday School teachers---my first and second grade teacher, same wonderful woman, also went to church with us. Then I was just too shy and stuttered too bad--well, it just didn't happen--but it felt good going to church Sunday, then we ate at a barbecue place and went to the beach--it had been months since i'd been there--so Sunday was a very good day for me and well worth the "paying for it" later---i need to find a way to get more energy, get past this fatigue, and who knows--maybe writing will start again--if you've read this so far, you know it hasn't kicked back in yet---still waiting for my muse-----i do have faith in her----more later
peace
-will-

Rivers

2009-10-23T09:07:00.000-07:00

Time keeps flying by-almost to Samhain already-and the priestesses of the Moon that wear the symbol of the crescent-but like every other spiritual or religious thing-society finds a way to trivialize and commercialize it-"trick or treat"--right, monster movies, costumes and cash registers---

Thanksgiving is next, i guess, and everything but thanks is given--supposedly to celebrate the first feast where the Native Americans kept the Pilgrims from starving--thanks to the point that most of those tribes were extinct in the next few years, either through warfare or disease--

ok, i am in a bad mood today-so i am just going to close with words from "To the Morning"- a song by Dan Fogelburg from his "Home Free" album in 1972-i think his best album.

The sounds of the day
They hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow.
When day will break
And you will wake
And you will rake your hands
Across your eyes
And realize
That it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning.
Yes it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say but
Come on morning.

peace
-will-

echoes

2009-10-19T20:40:00.000-07:00

trying to write last few days, actually longer but harder for last few days--just seem to get echoes, maybe an idea might surface but no words to carry it on or maybe some words that seem to go nowhere-looks like this will be first WordCatalystMagazine since i started writing with Shirley, Harry, and crew that i will not submit anything, well, except for column--not the way I want it to be but doesn't seem to be anything i can do about it--all sorts of excuses--could even claim that i am preoccupied with other things--but no, that wouldn't be true and if i can't be true with my writing, why even bother--so the ideas or words i've come up with just bounce back as echoes--not complaining--life goes on and that's just the way it is---now--and i am too damned stubborn to give up or i would have--a long time ago

peace
-will-

balmy

2009-10-14T22:20:00.000-07:00

Today, just before sunset, i walked down to the river--to sit and watch like i often do--it was still in 80's, no breeze, very humid and, well, like Florida is often described like many other like places--balmy--i used to like to travel in the fall or winter to places such as Texas, DC, Tennessee, any place further north than here--so when i got off the plane at Orlando, the moist, warm air would hit me and i would feel home--well, as much as anywhere feels like home now. Today, as i got closer to the riverbank, the humidity increased and i could feel the damp saltspray and the smell, i love the smell of saltspray. i found one of my favorite seats on an old piece of landscape timber/railroad tie and lost myself there. as the sun sank lower, the clouds turned from white, to a light pink and as the sun dipped further, then a Maxfield Parrish sky, with the pink and orange glowing as if lit from behind (i was facing east, so the effect was even more pronounced)--i am not a big fan of pastels, as in Miami Vice, but when they appear as painted by Parrish, well, yes, it is beautiful. Then i noticed a small pod of 4 or 5 small dolphins--they were pretty far out in the river, which is at least a mile wide, so in the fading light it was hard to tell what kind of dolphins they were. Bottlenose are the most common, but if that's what these were, then they were juveniles, very small--but they looked darker--so perhaps they were harbor dolphins which are smaller and darker than bottlenose dolphins but have a lighter stomach. i watched as they broke the surface and then started coming out of the water and turning flips and even tailwalking. You know, the kind of stuff they train them to do at SeaWorld--right--i think these did just fine without a trainer--as if i am arrogant to think their performance was for me. As the clouds faded to grey, an easterly breeze picked up and the salt smell washed over me, cool and welcome--an old friend, as sweet to me in its own way as wisteria or azeleas----
oh, almost forgot--got a rejection e-mail from a person named Cook at Ambersand (&) for a story i had submitted. I must say that this, even though a rejection, was handled with a lot of class. Obviously, Cook had actually read the story--told me the things, hmmm, not sure if Cook is a he or she, anyway, that he/she considered good, some suggestions to consider, etc. i wrote Cook back addressing a couple of things and got a response in a few hours--again actually considering what i had written and commenting on that--in other words, every thing a good rejection (if there is such a thing-no, that's not fair, like it or not, if you write, rejections are a fact of life)--anyway, this rejection was handled with professionalism, class, and actually trying to help--no arrogance, ego, or cute statements like "we don't have any idea why we chose what we did but your effort just didn't fit whatever we were looking for" nope, i did actually appreciate the response from Cook
peace
-will-

Twitted

2009-10-09T21:16:00.000-07:00

Very pleasant surprise today--got to talk to a very special friend, used to say best friend-i consider her that, i hope she still feels that way. The conversation took place entirely through private-guess they are called direct-messages on Twitter though i have made no bones in previous blogs how much i dislike that program. Maybe it's my own shortcomings, but it reminds me too much of old chat rooms--at any rate when there is a cast of thousands-she literally has that many followers and follows about as many--well, i don't believe i think fast enough, i certainly can't type that fast and from the length of my blogs, it's very apparent i have trouble with the whole 149 spaces thing. We have been friends for, hmmm, several years now and i don't know how we have lost touch in the last year or so----i need to talk to her in person or on the phone, probably if i am lucky i will have to settle for a few minutes on the phone---i certainly am not attaching blame to either one of us, i just need to understand--that's the kind of friendship we had. A truly beautiful woman--hmmm, i guess i need to explain something, after lessons learned in life, both positive and negative, i have come to believe that beauty doesn't necessarily have anything to do with how a person looks--to me it comes more from inside and how a person acts and treats other people. So, a person might be physically attractive but not close to being beautiful to me--hmmm, ok, an example-think reality television. On the other hand, some folks that some people might not consider so physically attractive are incredibly beautiful--think Mother Theresa, and other people that you might think of that live for others, put others first, and are literally radiant. This young lady, and she is a Southern lady, is not only beautiful but is intelligent and model attractive. We both have had our share of bruises in life, even now-- and yes, when we first realized we were friends, we set groundrules that we have followed--is platonic the word? She is an outstanding writer in spite of my never being able to convince her of that. We took a class together and seemed to have been friends for-well, a long time before that--i told her things about her life that she had never told anyone else and it kind of went on from there. I have missed her and wondered what i did wrong, though i suspected some things were changing in her life. i hope to find out soon and to be reading her writings like she used to share. she certainly deserves to be happy to have the best in life.
my own writing is coming slow and painfully--
peace
-will-

Nightmares

2009-10-09T06:51:00.000-07:00

Sidetracked a little today--it would take too much energy to be derailed. After mentioning succubus last night and listening to Amy Lee and Seether, "Broken," now--i decided to see where term nightmare originated---i didn't think it had anything to do with mare, as in female horse--that seems to be a popular idea--as if riding a horse out of control, etc. in your dreams--i thought it might have something to do with mer, as in sea or ocean but looking it up on Wiki,

i found out that it comes from an Old English word, maere, which means goblin or incubus--who, of course, is the male equivalent of succubus---the original idea was that when you were asleep, such a spirit would try to suffocate you or suck the breath out of you--which explains why one of the posters advertising the old movie Gothic, about Mary Shelley and how she supposedly came up with the idea for Frankenstein, was a drug/alcohol induced nightmare--anyway the poster shows her in nightgown in bed with a goblin sitting on her chest like it was either drawing the life from her or at least tormenting her--interesting, succubus or incubus has come to mean more of a dream lover, yeah, perhaps with a sliding degree of evil involved--that is also how people in the middle ages to 19th centuries also saw vampire or vampyres--as drawing the lifeforce from folks --now i guess in the vampire "culture," such a being would be seen as a "psychic" vampire---that's why centuries ago, people that had consumption or tuberculosis were seen as the victims of such a vampire, that explained why for no apparent reason, they wasted away--it was also thought that they could turn into such a vampire themselves when they died, so they might be beheaded before they were buried--if problems continued, then later they might be exhumed and have their skeleton arranged in a "skull and crossbones" configuration-or if they were considered to appear not decomposed sufficiently, their corpse might be burned

years ago, i had a friend who was a Russian Orthodox priest(hope he still is, but our paths haven't crossed for years)--it was not long after a real exorcism had been done on a widow and her daughter who had been seen in our mental health clinic--but that is a story for another day---anyway, the priest always told me that it was dangerous to dwell on such things and how centuries ago, priests would go into the desert to meditate and they were invariably tempted by succubi and how it took a righteous man to resist them

And then, at least in the Old South, it was considered dangerous to have a cat alone in the room with a baby, especially a sleeping one, because of the belief that it could suck the life out of the baby. The idea being that cats were creatures of "both worlds" that could at will move back and forth between them.

So, nightmares and vampires, a few cats thrown in--- more info than most people would want to know-not as interesting as succubus or succubi, i suppose

peace

-will-

Days

2009-10-08T22:27:00.000-07:00

Hot day today. Mid-90's--supposed to have tied highest recorded temp for this date. I don't do too well with heat or with cold, so i spent a good portion sleeping--then decided to check out my meds--I think 3/4 of them (and that's approaching 12 or so--(actually i take a lot more than that, but not as consistently as i am supposed to) have a microscopic label on the side that say "may cause drowsiness"--hmmm, i wonder--fatigue and taking a handful of pills that may cause drowsiness, hmmmm again--maybe it's time to have annual long talk with doctor (appt scheduled next week).

A friend that seems to be available only on twitter--which i hate--twittered that her muse was unavailable and that she is having trouble writing. Yep, me too--but i have no doubt that my muse, my patient muse, is here but for whatever reason i can't hear her whispering as she breathes into my ear---her attempts to inpsire me--- "inspire" from the Latin word, means to "breathe into." i tried to listen to all sorts of music tonight, ranging from Glenn Miller to George Gerswhin, to the Allman Brothers in 1970 at the Fillmore East when Duane and all the original band was still alive, then to Jackson Browne and to the Eagles, Beth Hart, and Jeff Buckley---i guess i am nothing if not consistent--anyway, all that great stuff and nothing from me so far. Last night i wrote a two page poem but i don't think so--the "delete" button will probably get it. And it's late so i guess nothing tonight unless the muse decides to come in my dreams or in between or like a succubus, which come to think of it wouldn't in herself be bad--or maybe bad but oh so good.
peace
-will-

monday night

2009-10-05T20:51:00.000-07:00

Late Monday night--back to old habits, I'm afraid. Earlier tonight, I caught some of "Hell Freezes Over" on VH1 classics, you know one of the few music channels that sometimes plays music--of course, a movie was after that, FM, a movie that was good the first 60 times VH1 or Classic showed it--of course, the good thing about the movie was that it actually showed fm radio back in the seventies when they would actually play a solid hour of music or an entire album or two---anyway, I missed the first third of the Eagle's concert--the part where they played "Hotel California" but still saw some good songs including the one--"Get Over It" sung by Don Henley and with one of the greatest lines I wish I had written for when you get totally overwhelmed by society today and the people that are totally absorbed with themselves and that nothing is ever their fault, always someone else's or society's--anyway the line--"I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass."--ahhh, sheer poetry--of course, they close with "Desperado" but I like the version best when the meld it with "Doolin' Dalton"--still a great song, even better than the version sung by Linda Ronstadt, or maybe as good as. It's strange to watch an old video from the 70's when Ronstadt is singing it and the Eagles (at least in their incarnation at that time--Glen Frey shown for a few seconds on piano, Don Henley with an Afro on drums, Randy Meisner on bass, Bernie Leadon on lead guitar and Don Felder on rhythm--strange when you see how well he does duelling guitars with Joe Walsh on "Hell Freezes Over") are backup band for her. Good music though, even though right now I am listening to The Four Tops singing "Walk Away Renee"
I have the right music going, but just can't find anything to write on my own--maybe I'll just give up and go to bed-------
peace
-will-

2009-09-28T06:13:00.000-07:00

"Every new child born brings the message that God is not yet discouraged of man."--Tagore

a quote shown at the end of the movie--The Indian Runner- directed by Sean Penn and starring David Morse and Viggo Mortenson--Bruce Springsteen used parts of the movie in a video for his song "Highway Patrolman"--great movie, great song--but the video doesn't end like the movie----

ummm, what to add now---i think the quote was from Rabindranath Tagore, an Indian poet, philosopher, and playwright-he also was the first Asian to be awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1913-

i am not quite sure that i believe his quote---

but i know i want to
peace

-will-

insomnomania

2009-09-27T19:33:00.000-07:00

Pushed sleep aside and tried to write

The thoughts that fill my head each night

Words and pictures just echoed round my brain-

Started some words, but all went down the drain,

Now the thoughts just collide and off each other slide

Into corners where they almost always choose to hide

Jumbled, tumbled- rumbling, damn it, they belong to me

I work hard to find my peace, but they won’t let me be.

So I write and laugh, grumble, stumble, refuse to cry;

Late, it’s late- must get some sleep so I will let it lie.

But it won't let me-

No sleep tonight.

peace

-will-

just is

2009-09-24T13:34:00.000-07:00

If you took lawyers and laid them end to end, head to foot, etc--how many would it take to stretch from the earth to the moon--------not enough, but it would be a good start--

ok, bad joke but good lawyer joke and that's the only thing i've written in a very long time---continuing battle with the criminal justice system--which translates that the (alleged, yeah right) criminal has all the rights, the victim has none-----one of the lawyers/paralegals, whatever, in the state attorney's office agreed with me when i told her this--nobody believes the "system" works----i know i've said before that we practically deify our founding fathers--putting forth the constitution with all its changes, amendments, etc. (and some of the amendments are indeed great) as what they would have wanted---but any fledgling historian would tell you if any of these founding fathers came back, a majority of the criminals that go through court would have quick trials and be summarily hanged within a few days--some might not make it all the way through court--now the DA's (which in most cases should be abbreviation for something other than district attorney--as in first word is "dumb") and state attorneys will not prosecute a case unless they are absolutely sure they can win and even then they will usually plead down just to make sure--and then there needs to be a lot of press coverage on top of that----still, i have been reminded as bad as our system is, it is still the best in the world--and i believe that--somehow it didn't ring quite as true being told that by a lawyer--- and ok, i know there are good lawyers, i have actually met a FEW---i wonder if they are an endangered species--sometimes i feel the rest of us are--

i know, this blog is turning into a rant--but i actually read some stuff written by Oliver Wendell Holmes and Thomas Jefferson today and it's like what they said not only was from a different time but almost like a fossil record of what the judicial system was supposed to be--in others words--my words---Lady Justice might be blind, but Jefferson and later folks like Holmes didn't intend for her to be stupid

ok, i'll stop now
peace
-will-

Subscription

2009-09-23T19:47:00.000-07:00

Interesting situation today--received regular mail of prescriptions and, yes, my biggest vice--stuff from ebay and amazon.com, after that I saw a small, reader digest size book wrapped in plastic---okay, probably some incredibly boring thing from one of the insurance companies explaining why less was gonna cost more or perhaps somebody else's embroidery catalog or the like. Closer examination and I realized it was a "literary" magazine addressed to me--then I remembered that several writing contests that I had entered--please refer to earlier blog suggesting that it is more reasonable to spend your money on lotto tickets than writing contests--in either case, you are almost certainly gonna lose but at least with the lotto, folks aren't gonna send you a form letter, e-mail, or some other thing telling you how great their publications are--apparently so great that i and all the other folks except for a few professional writers aren't good enough to grace their pages--so they take your money and don't even give you a kiss on the cheek and use the money to pay the "winner" and to help finance their publication-----hmmm, i guess i feel more strongly about that than i realized. ANYWAY, another hook that some of the contests as part of your entry fee (these are usually $25 or more) also give you is a subscription to their publication--i guess so you or in this case, i, can see the work of real writers. Now do i throw it away before i open it or do i read part of it and see what i'm missing-i don't think that i have a table or chair leg that needs leveling--it would make a useful coaster until the plastic wore out--kind of hard to do archery when i don't have a bow anymore so it's useless as a target--gun practice? no, sheriff's deputies would frown on that--only way i can legally shoot a gun is if i am shooting a person in defense--no, i am not even gonna start on that-ah yes, my typical quandary in a conundrum (i do use that phrase every chance i get)

i will deal with it tomorrow--in the immortal words (paraphrased) of Scarlett O'Hara.
peace
-will-

All My Trials

2009-09-18T15:52:00.000-07:00

Listening to a lot of Peter, Paul, and Mary today-now "All My Trials"--i forgot how many songs Mary sang lead on, this song is one--of course, it's the same song that Elvis used as part of his "American Trilogy"---the part I guess that is unique is that in songs like this and "The Last Thing on My Mind" is that Mary sings the low part and Peter and Paul harmonize in a higher voice. One of my favorite songs she sang is actually not a P,P, and M song---it's a Paul Simon song, "Song for the Asking"--Mary does it in her own arrangement and makes it her own song--at least not just a copy of Simon singing it. I am amazed by the lack of coverage that her death has generated--at least to call attention to all her contributions and what she actually did for music and human rights/civil rights, even today--i mean if something had happened to Kanye West or other present "singers"=i can only imagine the media frenzy---oh, well, the world continues to spin and i guess it will average out in the end--
peace
-will-

Mary

2009-09-17T22:01:00.000-07:00

Listening to Peter, Paul, and Mary now---it's so hard to believe that Mary is gone now. Reading today, writer said that record company had Peter and Paul and then waited for two months to find the best woman so the overall group would have sex appeal. So they "settled" on Mary. What irony, the executives in their effort did find a beautiful blonde with a unique voice--but she would keep both her beauty and her voice until she was past 70. They also blundered through putting together a group whose harmonies can never be matched. And their songs--well, they helped Dylan get started by singing his songs and later did the same for John Denver, even though he was fairly well known for his part in the Chad Mitchell trio--a folk group of the sixties. Of course, P,P,and M should be remembered for their social conscience throughout their long careers, in the beginning they were one of the first white groups to march with Martin Luther King.
to borrow a couple of lines from John Prine-
"I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'
Just five miles away from wherever I am"

Mary will be missed, i will miss her, but she has so many songs where she will be remembered.

The world is getting older and darker.
peace
-will-

JDB

2009-09-16T21:16:00.000-07:00

watching television--my favorite part was the Jack Daniel's commercial--watching them pour the glass full, i realized that the cold tea (actually my time in Germany made me where I don't really like ice anymore, just cold or room temperature is ok for drinks)--anyway the tea looked almost the same as Jack Daniel's Black--but getting ready to take the sip, i realized one of my favorite part of JDB is the way it smells---so i definitely knew it was tea on the way instead---no, i am not really much of a drinker but that means i usually drink what i like the rare times i drink--
Lynchburg is a beautiful little town and is not really only about Jack Daniel's even though it's the only "industry" there--other than the tourists, it's actually a lot like most small Tennessee towns--in other words, a good place to spend time--try the tipsy cake--a couple of pieces and you feel it-

which brings me to the great disaster that happened , well, a few years ago---seems there was a small problem with a huge barrel or two on top of the hill where the distillery has some huge buildings and several hundred thousand of gallons of Jack "escaped," ran down the hill and ended up in the creek across the road----the spring you see in all the commercials is safe and good to drink---it runs into the creek but the creek flows a long distance through farms and the countryside---so it's not safe to drink--what with the cows and all spending time in the creek---so the creek was "contaminated" and a lot of cows enjoyed Jack for the first time--at least, first time i guess---i don't know that anyone local was upset---since everyone is either employed or related to several people who are employed by Uncle Jack(and it passes down through the years in families)----seems like i remember that the EPA got involved and there was a fine--but most of us just mourned the fact that there was no way to recover all that was lost, or some of the lost---ahhh, i can only hope it was JDGreen instead of Black

another sip of------------tea
peace
-will-

for no one

2009-09-16T07:14:00.000-07:00

hmm, seem to be stuck in a pattern talking about other people's stuff--like Plath's Mirror, i can swallow what i see and reflect what i see without getting past the first silver coat of the mirror--so you can't see me, only what i choose to reflect

maybe that makes sense, maybe not but i am the one writing this, thank you-unfortunately, it makes sense to me

anyway, listening to Beatles' songs--guess after Michael Jackson died, his "estate" decided to cash in on him owning rights to Beatle songs

just listened to "For No One"--then looked at its length-couldn't believe it was exactly/only 2 minutes long--so much is crammed into that time--feelings--McCartney sings what it's like to be waiting for someone that not only doesn't want him, she doesn't even want to listen to him---hence, for no one-he sings his song, but since she doesn't want it--
great song
peace
-will-

MoTown

2009-09-15T19:32:00.000-07:00

i don't know if it matters or not but reading about the shape that cities like Detroit and others are getting in, today was listening to some MoTown---classic MoTown and i realize just how much I miss the Tops, the Temps, Smokey, Martha and the Vandellas, of course the Supremes and all the other groups. To hear Levi Stubbs singing Reach Out--i'll be there---Jimmy Ruffin-"What Becomes of the Brokenhearted" -Percy Sledge"When a Man Loves a Woman, the Temptations singing "My Girl" and then "Papa was a Rolling Stone"---unbelievably pure voices and then harmonies, not to forget the steps and stage shows-----then Marvin Gaye, "Heard it Through the Grapevine," but especially "What's Going On" and the ultimate make-out song "Let's Get it On"--Otis Redding and Aretha both sang "Respect" and made it their own song--my favorite by Otis was "Try a Little Tenderness"--i realize some of these folks might have been on a label other than MoTown and yeah, i remember the times, in the sixties and early seventies--times were a lot harder than most people want to remember---all i can say is that one white kid in Tennessee liked the MoTown groups and appreciated their courage, talent, and determination.--and loved (and still do) the music

playlists

2009-09-13T20:41:00.000-07:00

somehow i have ended up with a playlist with only Enya and John Prine--which is good because i like both---somehow "Marble Halls" does go with "Illegal Smile"--maybe--but i am the one listening--strange days--trying to sort out some things in my head--always a challenge because when i do these things, i do it completely in my own head--the folks are not around for whatever reasons that i might talk with---i guess the main problem is when i do it in my head, the echoes are overwhelming--i have tried to write but nothing is there--i need to write to answer some e-mails and i will, it's just going to take a little while--now would be a good time for a road trip on either the triumph or in my old truck but they are both in about as good a shape as i am in now-
i guess vintage sometimes equates to being unreliable, but looking good-right-
peace
-will-

blue

2009-09-12T18:06:00.000-07:00

Listening to Rhapsody in Blue--been a long time since i've listened to Gershwin--amazing and what's that word? yeah, perfection--or close enough-with Gershwin it was almost as if the individual instruments filled in the words--hmmm, i don't know if the equivalent would be a poem without words--i think i will just listen a while longer and keep my thoughts close tonight-don't have any thoughts worthy to send on a voyage outside my head now
peace
-will-

Plath

2009-09-08T19:27:00.000-07:00

took some time to read tonight--maybe actually to figure what i should be doing when i try to write--it didn't take me long to find a poem by Sylvia Plath, one of my favorite writers--so controlled, so understated but at the same time screaming in passion--yes, i do like her writing and i would have liked to have had a chance to talk to her, a lot of writers, no, i would be just content to read-but i would have liked to have spent an afternoon with her just to listen and maybe ask a few questions--i wonder if anyone really ever listened to her when she lived--and i think my favorite of all her poems, the one tonight, is a simple poem--yeah, of course, it's anything but simple, called "Mirror"--it starts out with the quiet lines "I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions./Whatever I see I swallow immediately." And in the space of 18 lines tells the life story of a woman --from girlhood to old woman. Everytime i start that poem, it is impossible to stop until I read it several times. It is just so quiet, but in these few lines, the woman confronts her life, tries to discover its meaning, and to work out some acceptance of it all. and the mirror just reflects--"I am not cruel, only truthful-/The eye of the little god, four cornered." and in the end, it seems to me that she has found anything but acceptance. Read this poem, or not--your loss.
peace
-will-

old songs

2009-09-07T17:57:00.000-07:00

Seems to be no music on now--will take care of that later--just remembering some old stuff--song in head is "Long Time Gone"--sung by Crosby, Stills, Nash, probably Young too--actually a song by David Crosby--some great lines, "Speak your mind out, that is if you still dare, you still care" and "You know the darkest hour is just before the dawn"--the last one probably a lot older than the song---

good day, still dealing with steroids--i forgot how those things can really affect you--
peace
-will-

burning beds

2009-09-06T19:20:00.000-07:00

Turned on music--just happened to be Midnight Oil, "Beds are Burning." great Ozzie group and a great song--i wonder how many folks outside OZ really know what it's about--i loved the few months i got to spend in the outback and the Oz people--what you see is what you get--i like that--Oz women remind me in a lot of ways like German women--but that's another story for another time

today has been interesting--they pumped me full of steroids in the hospital, now i get to "wean" off them slowly--hospital stay this time was not so bad--all of the staff, especially nurses and na's were great--good neurologist----but they have an "internist" now that i guess is just assigned to hospital--he and a nurse practitioner--guess all they do is stick their head for about 5 minutes a day to make sure you are breathing--and charge accordingly------ah well, life goes on and considering alternatives--tonight i am not complaining

read more of WordCatalystMagazine.com----Shirley and Harry and everyone really do a great job--well aside from letting me plunk some of my "stuff" in there--but if anyone even takes a cursory look at it, they would have to realize how many hours are involved for a basically free magazine--that adheres to pretty strict journalistic guidelines---well, i am certainly not a journalism expert--not sure what kind of expert i am now---

maybe more music and short movie
take care
-will-

home

2009-09-05T18:44:00.000-07:00

Guess you need to be careful about what you listen to or hear--last time I spoke about home calling to me-promptly woke up the next morning and spent the next week in the hospital--probed, prodded, and with many more holes poked in me than before I started--main thing is that i basically seem ok and shouldn't have to worry about going back soon--hmm---is that tempting fate again? maybe i'll learn one of these days

tired, just wanted to point out that Shirely and Harry did their usual great job on WordCatalystMagazine.com again this month--check it out
take care
-will-

home

2009-08-29T20:06:00.000-07:00

Tonight looking up "Can't Find My Way Home" by Blind Faith--umm, think Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton--a song that came out in 1969,(Joe Cocker does a great version in Benny and Joon) somehow accidentally (yeah, like i believe in accidents and coincidence), anyway ended up on "Homeward Bound" by Simon and Garfunkel (1966) even though they did a great live version the next year at Monterrey Pop Festival.

All good and useful information, but I was looking for this because lately I have heard home calling to me, but I am not exactly sure where or what home is anymore. I love it here, with family and what can you say about Florida--ok, other than crowded, snowbirds, tourists, outrageous homeowner insurance rates, property taxes always climbing, mouseworld, hurricanes, etc) but the other day sitting on the river feeling the salt spray in the breeze blowing through me was great, watching the ospreys and the dolphins--with a little energy and 10 minutes driving, i could be sitting on the beach, looking eastward, knowing that the next land would be the west coast of Africa---i love it

then i think of the mountains of Tennessee, all right, not near the altitude of Colorado, but still beautiful and a small piece of land there has been loaned to me by God(dess) on a mountain outside of Chattanooga--full of cliffs, oaks, hickories, hackberries, an elm or two, even some holly, dogwoods, black walnuts, ginseng, and sassafras------mists in the afternoon and early morning or where i was raised in middle Tennessee, rolling hills and flat land with names like Campbell's Station, Culleoka, Glendale--the damp smell of fresh cut hay, burley tobacco, corn taller than my head---- friendly people--my people--- people that remember me from a kid and still some aunts and uncles and cousins---a lot of cousins---but i haven't been back to Tennessee for over five years now--reckon they'll revoke my passport?---i still know the language, have a little twange, say y'all every chance i can and, oh yeah, you already saw "i reckon" and i do reckon-i can still trace two gggrandfathers to the Civil War/War of the Northern Aggression--one served in a Tennessee calvary unit, the other was killed fighting for the 1st Georgia Infantry while fighting in Va.

but i feel like the song says, "I can't find my way back home"---home calls to me but i am not sure where/what home is anymore--

usually writing helps when this feeling comes around, but not this time--i can still make an effort at it, but i really don't even feel like going back and reading most of it--if not for the convenient "delete" i guess i would have a full trash can or a big pile of crumpled paper in the floor.

damn, i am tired--the kind that sleep doesn't help, maybe a little Tennessee bourbon(JDblack) might help, but i don't have any available

ah, but i do have the luxury of being able to complain, don't i?

peace

-will-

fridays/saturdays

2009-08-28T21:48:00.000-07:00

interesting day--went down to the river---is that a line by Cream--watching the river flow--ok, that's a Dylan song----similar to a line from Neil Young---checked the mail and, yes, another dreaded SASE with a form explaining how it would be better if they could send everyone an individual letter, but---why, would that actually make you feel important and that they actually read your stuff before rejecting it?-----and, and as it always seems the same time, I got a couple of bags of mail-order prescriptions--left them all in the mailbox and went to sit on my rock---the river was, and i hate this word because it is used to death, but the best word i can think of is surreal-because with the cloud cover and all it looked almost oily black. with flickering small waves, looking solid enough that i could walk across-but i am not that arrogant--so i sat watching for a computer generated mermaid to rise up from the depths and talk to me--but i settled for a good sized pod of bottlenose dolpins that seemed to hang around and didn't look in the least bit cgi. and in spite of what Sun Tzu said, i did not see the body of my enemy float by (or would that be the bodies of my enemies?)--no matter, nobody or no body floated by.
then on the way up the hill to my house, i borrowed a few avocados from my neighbor's tree--i do have her permission and pulled a couple of limes off our tree that is almost overloaded.

then sat in front of the computer and got an e-mail rejection from another place--yeah, one of those days----but then also had an e-mail from a friend that i literally hadn't heard from in 10 years--actually she is a friend and a cousin---well, her gggggrandfather was the brother to my gggggrandfather--apparently their father had come over from county cork, ireland sometime in 1700's--it was great to hear from her------then i looked outside and the setting sun lit up the clouds to the point that everything was glowing outside--just the way Maxfield Parrish would've painted it
take care
-will-

grace on early friday morning

2009-08-27T19:39:00.000-07:00

Well as i said, before i went to sleep last night i went on amazon.com and ordered the Carwreck Conversation cd by Ralston Bowles, mostly for the song, "Grace"--probably just as well that I did because the cd is supposedly not being put out any more at least by the first record label--i think it was re-released later by another company but this is supposed to be some of the last first, umm, do they call it "pressings" like they used to with LP's? or i guess it's burning or printing now--anyway, it is extremely dangerous for me to order a cd or book either online or to go into a store, even Wal-Mart, because i always see or remember something else i've been looking for---so last night, it was the cd by Ralston Bowles, two cd's by Jeff Buckley- Mystery White Boy Live and So Real Songs--both released posthumously-i think---and one more cd by Nena--i think it was a greatest hits collection--i probably have all the songs already but I really like her even though all she is known for if at all in the US is her old song 99 Luftballoons-- and she has so many more good songs--she is still recording and looking better ever recent picture i see of her-yes, she is my favorite German singer-then today i ordered the Zac Brown Band cd, The Foundation--it has the great song, "Toes" with the great lines "I have my toes in the water and my ass in the sand" later on the line changes to "ass in the clay" since it takes places in GA as they say often in the song--you can debate if they are "country" or not--maybe they are more old Southern rock--but labels are, well, labels and if it's a good song, it's a good song---for example, an old country song by Johnny Cash, "Delia's Gone"--originally in 1961, then he updated it working in the early 90's with Rick Rubin--but there is also a great version done in a Johnny Cash tribute concert by Wyclef Jean---so labels don't matter that much to me, anyway, i grew up 42 miles south of Nashville, so i have been exposed to just about every kind of music. Hmm, also ordered soundtrack for Waking Ned Devine--why?-because i haven't yet and i love Irish music. So, tonight, i'll make "Toes" the song of the day-even though several others got considered. i guess i look forward mostly to the Jeff Buckley cds, somewhere i have some stuff by his father the folk singer Tim Buckley--Tim od'd and died in his late 20's, Jeff drowned while swimming in the Wolf River close to Memphis when he was thirty------and to tie it all together, Jeff also did an excellent song called "Grace"-six cd's? i think that's my quota for a while--i guess i can't go get the large bottle of Jack Daniel's Black (or the small or medium one and it would have to be Black, so much better than the Green label) no, so the headaches will have to stand on their own with no acceptable reason
take care
-will-

grace

2009-08-26T17:44:00.000-07:00

Grace is an angel, Grace is absurd
In the face of anger, she brings me kisses undeserved
Ralston Bowles, Carwreck Conversations (cd), 2004-Soft Butter Records

Do you ever read or hear something and think, "man, i wish i had written that"?----ummm, yeah, it happens to me several times a day, usually more---today i was listening to some music that i am not even sure where i got it from and in the middle of it was this song, "Grace"---i know, there are a gazillion songs named "Grace" and a lot of them are great songs--e.g. "Grace" the Irish song about Grace Gifford and Joseph Mary Plunkett, an IRA leader who was captured at the GPO (General Post Office) during the Easter uprising in 1916 in Dublin--and their tragic one-night marriage before his execution at dawn the next day--Anthony Kearns of the Irish Tenors does a great version---you can find it on YouTube---no, that all deserves more time than i have or energy for tonight--------but i had heard the Ralston Bowles song, well a lot of times, and I guess I had never really listened to the lyrics--it is a pleasant enough melody--no, it is a good melody with just his voice and either a mandolin or a guitar played in a high octave that is kinda folk, maybe kinda country--but tonight for some reason I heard the lyrics and then had to look them up on the web to make sure i had heard them right----the lyrics are more than good enough to stand alone as poetry, but the song with his voice and phrasing--well i am going to try to order the CD from Amazon before i go to bed--the lines I quoted--i hope i can remember them well enough to quote often==="Grace is an angel, Grace is absurd/in the face of anger, she brings me kisses undeserved"----- and isn't that what grace is supposed to be? mercy or kindness given to us when we don't deserve it---good stuff
-will-

Just Go Away

2009-08-25T11:15:00.000-07:00

Listening to a song by a group called Bittermuse--oh, yeah, the song's title is "Just Go Away"-last lines are "Just go away- I don't want you here-I don't need you anymore"--great song--

it also captures the way i feel today---energy level is just barely above zero-just want to sleep

just go away-she is telling her lover to go away, but it sounds like she just wants to go away too

i can understand that

-will-

another thunderstorm rolls in

2009-08-24T14:10:00.001-07:00

must be that time of afternoon again--almost always rolling in from the west--the tropical stuff usually comes from the east, or the south, or the north, or the west-i guess based on wherever the storm is----wow, was that profound or what? anyway, i just know that since a tropical storm/hurricane spins counterclockwise, for those of us on the east coast, if you are north of the eye, you get the worst of it--on the gulfcoast, if you're east of it, that is why when Katrina hit around New Orleans, the Mississippi Gulf Coast got the worst of the wind---a real shame, i love that part of the Gulf Coast, Pass Christian, Bay St. Louis, Gulfport, especially Biloxi (but not the casinos) and Ocean Springs--home of the great artist Walter Inglis (Bob) Anderson and Shearwater Pottery, which he helped his family run---he lived an interesting life, i can't do it justice-read Wikipedia-----Biloxi--i remember the great shrimp and soft shell blue crabs and the Biloxi bacon (mullet)---and one of my all-time favorite restaraunts--Mary Mahoney's--home of the greatest beignets and coffee---and located in a group of buildings that dated back to Napoleon's time.

Let's see. song of the day, hmmmm, Aaron Neville--Ave Maria---his voice is unreal---or. let's see, anything by Preservation Hall jazz band out of New Orleans, or cajun music by Zydeco or Doug Kershaw (no, not Sammy Kershaw-he's country)

For what it's worth, I think south of the equator tropical cyclones spin clockwise--i think--i know in Oz (Australia) that when you flush the john, the water swirls clockwise--no, i didn't believe it either until i saw it--of course, i was there for a week before i realized what exactly was different when i flushed---yes, i am that observant and i did notice Oz women a long time before that-but that is a story for another day--

take care
-will-

broken

2009-08-23T07:41:00.000-07:00

song for the day is "Broken" by Seether with Amy Lee(of course of Evanescence)--she's a great singer/performer/pianist and looks good while she sings or doesn't---check out "anywhere but home"--a live evanescence dvd where you can really see how good Amy Lee and the rest of that band are.

Another night, bad but not unusual or unprecedented--wonder if i will ever wake up not more tired than when i went to sleep and without a headache thrown in for good measure--no i am definitely gonna have to take up drinking and work my way up to partying and drinking--i could model myself after Yeats or another Irish writer, Brendan Behan, who wrote a great book about his brother, Dominic, who was in IRA at 16 and went to Borstal prison--name of book was Borstal Boy and I think Dominic wrote the song, "Patriot's Game"--one of my favorite songs that's a cautionary poem about patriotism and nationalism---anyway Yeats and Brendan Behan were legendary drinkers. Or maybe even Bon Scott, the first frontman for AC/DC--who was a great singer who lived the lifestyle and unfortunately died of alcohol poisoning.

broken?---no, i am not broken--maybe a little bent, especially around the edges--supposed to see a neurologist in Tampa in about a week---for a 90 minute appointment--why?--mainly because my primary doctor discovered that in order to be in the program i am in now, that i was supposed to see the doctor in charge of it over five years ago (of course, i haven't) and she wants this doctor to get to know me--kinda makes you feel all warm and toasty bout medical systems--don't it?----oh, i forgot to say, this is the VA (Veteran's Administration) system---as she was explaining all this, i couldn't help but think about an old Ray Steven's song--don't remember the title but my favorite lines--"you can hug me all you wanna while we're in Daytona, but you're never gonna Tampa with me"---ok, the whole song is a lot funnier (more funny?) one of my main complaints is that the doctors i see (i.e. specialists) are so damned compartmentalized that like the rheumotologist i saw the other day said, (paraphrased) "yes, i can see you have problems with pain but you will have to talk to your pain management doctor--yes, i can see you have fatigue problems, you need to talk to your neurologist about maybe prescribing--and then he mentioned a drug--but i can't prescribe any of those things for you"-----and we had a nice friendly visit after that---nope, i don't need for the doctor to be my "new friend"--- i would rather have an arrogant sob like House, who would actually do something.

i am rethinking writing contests--whoda thunk?--right--maybe buy 25 lotto tickets instead--or eight 3 dollar tickets and a single $1 one---or--well the possibities are endless------it would be a lot more palatable (i like that word--kind rolls off your tongue--or your palate--sorry--)to be a starving poet with a lot of money--the alternative would be to change my writing style and subjects to the kind of thing that seems to be getting published now-stripped down, depressing, --no, i won't---i am cynical enough as it is

thunderstorm rolling in now--

another weekend winds down, take care--BY THE WAY, IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?
-will-

rejected again

2009-08-22T15:45:00.000-07:00

No, that is not the name of a country music song--hmm, it might be, but if it is, it's not one I know. Back on subject-ok-got another "kind" rejection slip today from---well, it doesn't matter, does it?--anyway, it was for a poetry collection---every rejection has a little different format, maybe a little more class here, a little less there and so on--this one--well, it didn't address the thousands of folks that sent in their $25 to be "read" at all--what the rejection writer chose to do was to send more or less a handbill extolling all the accomplishments of the guy who won--numerous publications and awards, book after book, etc--how the winning work stripped away the humanity of folks down to the bare essence (actually those are my words, not the notice's--but it is a fair paraphrasing, I guess we faceless thousands were supposed to feel content to bask in his glory. I can't quote because I seem to have misplaced/destroyed/burned/shredded/or left the blasted piece of paper on the coffee table or maybe the new dog ate it). So, if I understand this right, a fairly well established writer, who is probably at least coming close to making a living at writing, wins the contest that the rest of us probably never had a chance to win in the first place after this person submitted what for the life of me sounds like it had to be a most depressing read. Then we didn't even get thanked for participating in this publication's annual/semi-annual/quarterly--whatever, fundraiser. Kinda makes you wonder if they make more money off their subscription/issue sales or their "writing contests." Ok, vent of day and it's been one of those days-so take all of above either with a knowing smile of agreement as you shake your head or with the view that I am completely wrong---your decision--I won't even argue. I just wonder how folks like Kerouac, Rimbaud, Leonard Cohen, or even Emerson, Whitman, Frost, etc. would fare in these "contests."

Hmmm, song for today--ok, what I am listening to right now, Emmylou Harris, on a video from the Old Grey Whistle Test in the 70's---"Pancho and Lefty"--which is not my favorite song by her but she does it so well and looks so good doing so.
-will-

cold world

2009-08-21T15:53:00.000-07:00

"We're getting older the world's getting colder
For the life of me I don't know the reason why
Maybe it's livin' making us give in
Hearts rolling in taken back on the tide
We're balanced together ocean upon the sky"
-"Dog and Butterfly---Heart

These lyrics are where I am today-yeah, I know it's dangerous taking one part out of a whole work or song---this song supposedly was inspired by Ann Wilson's dog chasing a butterfly--but still the song has great lyrics and I am gonna pick these to say, "hey, here is where I am now"

Another of my favorite uncles died in my hometown in Tennessee--it seems likely that if I ever get "home" that there might not be any "home" left. Time keeps flowing and there's nothing anyone can do to even slow it down Just like the waves here in Florida.

-will-

Looking Back to Now

2009-08-20T16:33:00.000-07:00

Smile in my darkness-

If the sun was a mirror,

I would see your face

Your hand sought out mine

Your eyes sought your heart in mine

Your soul was in mine

Blue eyes were once black

Fair skin that once was olive

The heart is the same

Before the moon set

And the eastern sky turned red

Time, our time, was here.

Remember me, please

As the sun paints red the east-

How the night was ours

Again.

-will-

Ever since the dog died and mama went to prison

2009-08-18T18:48:00.000-07:00

Well, if I can remember from a speech class, I guess that would be called an attention step--it's actually a line from the "perfect country song" by Steve Goodman and John Prine, who refused to take any credit for his effort. "Mothers, prison, trucks, trains, farms, Christmas, and dead dogs are essential, you can't have a good country song without them things"-they managed to get them all in. And this is one of my favorite Steve Goodman songs so that's why it's today's song-oh yeah, it's title is "You Never Even Call Me by My Name" (AKA "The Perfect Country Music Song") Most folks, if they know who he is, remember him for writing "The Spirit of New Orleans." -(no Arlo Guthrie did a great job of singing it, but he didn't write it--instead think, "Alice's Restaurant" or "Motorcycle Song" or from Woodstock, "Comin' into Los Angeles). Steve Goodman did write a lot of good songs and wrote several songs for Jimmy Buffett ("Door Number Three", "California Promises"), who sang on at least one of Steve's albums under the alias of Marvin Gardens. It's been a long time since he died of leukemia, I think--he wrote a great song about his father called "My Old Man" and one about the perpetual Cub fan called "A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request."

I mentioned Steve Goodman and I guess Buffett and John Prine because all three are writers first, singers second, and of course Buffett is a conglomerate now-- but all wrote their share of serious songs but also maybe even more that chose to look at the world with a sense of humor. For me, a sense of humor is essential for no matter what I try to write--even on the most serious things--for instance, I wrote a poem on "cutting" and about a man that had a significant other, in this case a girlfriend, who dealt with life by slicing herself, usually superficially with utility razor blades, so she could relieve her pain, world weariness and depression by feeling pain and watching the blood---no psychological discussion here on the dynamics such as transferring that pain to physical pain or the need to punish--no I am not getting into that here and I didn't in the, umm, rather long poem. Neither am I gonna say how it ended. It was a personal poem for me, and no, I am not going into why it was, at least not here. But I think it turned into a decent poem and a lot of the reason it did was because--well yeah, it took about a half a dozen versions--but I had to regularly stop and remind myself to lighten up--tell the story, share the feelings--make them real, but don't bloody (oops, sorry) don't beat people over the head with it all--just do what you set out to do and don't turn it into a graphic novel or psychological case study---and keep the characters three dimensional, i.e. "real"

So free advice tonight from a therapist who doesn't "therapize" and a writer who don't publish---
so feel free to "caveat emptor" ---except I guess "free" advice is not bought
-hmmm-
-will-

A Salt Breeze

2009-08-17T21:19:00.000-07:00

Where is the magic?
Where did it disappear?
Where are the laughter and muted voices
Carried like leaves on the soft breeze?
Why does the moon turn away her face
As if disappointed with what she sees?
Where are the priestesses of Luna,
Are they all gone or died out
Or just waiting for another time?

I suppose I could wait for the answer

When the beams of the moon creep

Slowly across my room through the old window-

But, no, today I was sitting on the river bank-

Actually a salt water lagoon, river in name only

That is a few miles west of the ocean-

The Indian River, a short spit of land, then the Banana River

And a short distance to the ocean-

Sitting enjoying the coolness of the breeze

That is flowing from the backside of a tropical storm-

So the heat of the day is tempered by the cool wind

And the glorious clouds, not threatening at all,

Seem intent on reaching heaven itself

And the seabirds and a few crows

Flying into the breeze actually float motionless-

I close my eyes and feel the salt spray

And the damp wester flow through me-

Wondering how far this breeze has blown-

If I am being touched by breath of the ocean

Mixed with the damp from the two rivers

That are between me and the beach-

Closing my eyes again and enjoying the flow

I remember that the next land east after the beach

Is Africa, can part of the smells be from that far

And just how long has this breeze lived-

Could it be fragments of ancient times-

If I listen hard enough, can I hear the whispers?

How arrogant of me to question magic,

When today just sitting here, I can feel it

In this wonderful breeze all around me.

Just by being silent, I can hear it-

I don’t need to ask questions

When the answers flow,

Even for someone as thick as me.

I can see it even with my eyes closed

But it all is so much more glorious

When I open them.

I see my red door and I want it painted black, no colors anymore, I want them to be black

2009-08-17T13:16:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the long title, but I happened to see a video of the Stones' "Paint it Black" from 1966 that had Brian Jones playing sitar--wow, 43 years ago--Brian Jones was dead soon after that, Bill Wyman eventually left the group--- I guess really all I needed to see was a video from about that time of Marianne Faithfull singing "As Tears Go By"--but all I could find was audio of that.
I always liked both of those songs, I have my own interpretation of them--I'll leave yours to you--probably the most interesting things about them was in a time of rhyme, rhyme verse, chorus, repeat verse, chorus, chorus--these songs and some by the Beatles, i.e. "Paperback Writer" were open to interpretation. tangent for today.

Short posting today, to borrow a line from Pink Floyd's "Time"--ahh, from "Dark Side of the Moon"--now that's definitely worth a posting on it's own--anyway, one of my all time favorite lines from any song--"The time is done, the song is over--Thought I'd something more to say"

-will-

Yet million of eyes can see, yet why am I so blind?

2009-08-16T10:42:00.000-07:00

sung by Barry and Robin Gibb of Bee Gees in 1967 -- "Holiday"

Yeah, I often wonder about that--but here I am writing in a blog with relative anonymity--not that that matters to me, these days I am prone to speak whatever is on my mind, with some control over various obscenities and expletives---that's the way I was taught in my Southern upbringing, though I guess there is a time and place for those--just not here, not now

started using the sleep machine last night, the way it was explained in the about 15 seconds of coherent conversation I had with the sleep doctor the other day as he was rushing me out the door, he told me that if I had issues with dreams, then I could expect the constant flow of air to my brain to increase the dreams and to make them more vivid--and he was right--I can only remember bits and pieces of all of them from last night, I know that will improve with time-like the last time I used the machine---oh well------maybe I should set the stage for this--the two nights before I used the CPAP machine--let's see Thursday night, I had a vivid dream about dying but the dream ended, I woke up or whatever, before I died--Friday night, I dreamt that I died, not about the events leading up to that--but about lying in a bed dying----then enter the machine, last night, some of the dreams I remember were about a beautiful young lady and being killed in the time with her-yes, I remember a lot of the details but I am not going into them---the interesting (at least to me) thing about these dreams were that they were all three from different times---I have had similar dreams before, usually also from different times, some are recurrent and the details in them change little if any---so I don't really fear that dreaming about death means that I am about to punch my proverbial clock--but I do believe that sometimes dreams are ways that we are shown different glimpses of the past---the way a friend explained it to me one time, was that if you accept that as a truth, then you are more apt to remember dramatic or traumatic parts of those lives at first before remembering other parts--I guess the end if not traumatic would at least be memorable. Like I have said before, including in a poem, I have no fear of dying, actually more curiosity---not that I am in a hurry, because I have many things that I want to do here before like taking care of my family, restoring my old 53 Ford F100, fixing and riding my old Triumph Tr6C motorcycle, having my book of poems published---the Lotto would be nice, but I am afraid that is about as likely as getting my book published. To me if I am at the end of the circle when I die, a perfect vision would be to see a heavy wooden door opening and then to be invited by an old man or woman or both to sit on a stool in front of a fire and to ask whatever questions I wanted.

Ah well, life goes on, even in dreams----but why am I so blind?

-will-

from my poem "Death"

"When You are ready to come for me;

You will have no trouble finding me.

I see You as opening a door for me

And leading me across the threshold;

Hopefully to the beginning of an

Even greater adventure"

Saturday Rain

2009-08-15T19:58:00.000-07:00

Thunderstorms tonight, sounded like they were gonna be strong but seem to be settling down--guess the halls of Valhalla aren't too loud tonight--before I forget, the song for tonight is "Right Here, Right Now" by Jesus Jones--for no particular reason,well, "right here, right now, watching the world wake up from history"---yeah, I wish-as we march merrily along.

Short entry tonight, cause it's 1100 and I got some things to do before sleep--no, not that,

I think there were 5 or 6 writing contests deadlining today that I was gonna try to enter, but I just blew them off--come to think of it, didn't get my lotto ticket either---

maybe will be more talkative tomorrow
-will-

to sleep

2009-08-14T22:19:00.000-07:00

hazards of loaning computer to someone else-system is royally f------d up and I am too tired to fool with it---bad day in general, well, considering I slept most of it---now to try to sleep and to deal with what dreams may come---song--let's see, ok, "Who Am I?" Country Joe McDonald, with or without the Fish

peace
-will-

Magic

2009-08-13T06:19:00.000-07:00

Yeah, it is 9 AM--what's up with that? typical night, headache, life goes on

poem fragment I'm working

Where is the magic?
Where did it disappear?
Where are the laughter and muted voices
Carried like leaves on the soft breeze?
Why does the moon turn away her face
As if disappointed with what she see?
Where are the priestesses of Luna,
Are they all gone or died out
Or just waiting for another time?

ok that's all so far-to try more or to delete--that is the question?

hmmm, in that spirit songs for today "It's a Kind of Magic"-Queen, "Do You Believe in Magic"-John Sebastian and Lovin' Spooful, "Magic Man"-Heart, "This Magic Moment"-Jay and the Americans, "Black Magic Woman"-Santana, "Magic"-Olivia Newton-John

Mittwoch Nacht Spat

2009-08-12T20:37:00.000-07:00

Sorry the title is not exactly correct , can't do umlauts-or more properly don't know how to do them on my computer, so there are no two little dots over spat like there should be.

Long day, appt with sleep doctor was a complete waste as was he, this was my first appt with him and the first thing he told me was that I needed to find a new doctor (duhh, that's what I thought he was) because he was leaving area--he pretty much either didn't answer any questions I had or acted like he didn't have any idea what I was talking about--hmmm, asked him about lucid dreaming and his response was "I think I have heard of that" and he is a sleep doctor? I always have tinnitis and when there is no other ambient noise (sounds), the tinnitis sounds louder and sometimes it even keeps me awake. Asked him about that and his suggestion was to get a white sound generator---duhh--as I told him that's what my tinnitis sounds like. I wonder if I got charged for his blank look. I just wish they had told me all this before I wasted my time seeing him. Only thing he wanted to do was to put me back on CPAP breathing machine which causes me to REM all night long and I wake up tireder (or is that more tired?) than when I went to bed. Then had about 4 hour nap this afternoon.

Highlight of day was argument with my editor/publisher over poem I had written---no, Shirley, if you are reading this, you know I am kidding--we had an e-mail discussion where she helped me out with my rhyme and meter on an out of control attempt at a sonnet. I hate trying to do anything other than freestyle--no, I also love haikus. I think that has something to do with my dyslexia--for some reason it is easy to do the three-line five syllable, seven syllable, five syllable and actually have something other than proving I can do 17 syllables of gibberish (usually). I do enjoy working with Shirley even if it's over e-mail. Again, a big plug for WordCatalystMagazine.com --at least check it out. Now is the point where I wonder if anyone actually reads these words. "Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody out there"--Pink Floyd-

Song for today/tonight is "Fragezeichen" a song by a beautiful German singer-Nena-my favorite German female singer--I do love Germany--lots of beautiful women there, too-and by the way, it means Question Mark. Nope, reason for this selection is gonna remain personal and is beyond scope of explanation tonight.

I'm tired-no sleeping machine tonight-I'll risk the sleep apnea--only gonna take about 1/2 meds- my act of defiance

what dreams tonight bring

I feel neither fear nor dread

Glimpses through the veil

Brothers in Arms

2009-08-11T20:03:00.001-07:00

It's only 1100, hmm, not quite the witching hour yet--so let's see if this works out-it's been so long since I wrote any poems, I wonder if there are any more there--if my muse if listening, that is a loud hint--so far, she's come through but it seems to be when she's ready--oh well, subject for another time. Right now I am listening to a few Leonard Cohen songs, he's singing "Suzanne" now.."Hallelujah" is next-but I still think the Jeff Buckley version is the best one.

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms ---Mark Knopfler, "Brothers in Arms"

Talked about Clapton last night, it seemed logical to talk about Knopfler- "Brothers in Arms" is a great song that hardly gets played. I'll make that my song for tonight. Even though "Sultans of Swing" is my favorite Dire Straits song. With some guitarists, all you have to hear is a chord or two to know who they are--Edge with his ringing guitar, Mark Knopfler also has a ringing sound of his own, Clapton is so smooth now-much more than his Yardbird days, I guess since he became Slowhand--Stevie Ray Vaughn and his brother Jimmy Vaughn of Los Lobos, Pete Townsend and bassist John Entwhistle (the "Ox"-one of the only bass players I ever heard that played lead in a song), George Thorogood, Carlos Santana, Jeff Buckley, BB King, of course Bo Diddley, Lindsey Buckingham since he picks his guitar like a banjo, George Harrison "Abbey Road" and later, Ted Nugent, Kurt Cobain, Billie Joe Armstrong (Green Day), Eddie Van Halen, classically trained Leo Kottke--everyone one of these guitarists have their own style so distinctive--I almost forgot Willie Nelson-I know there are a bunch that I just can't remember.
Music and poetry, poetry and music--I always wanted to be a musician--I used to not have the patience and now, well, I just can't. I think for every good poem, there is either music in the poem or at least in its background. Granted, a lot of songs are music with just some catchy words-maybe not even that--but so many more have lyrics that could stand along as poems--in no particular order---listen to Woody Guthrie songs, a lot of older country music songs, some ones like some by Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson, Johnny Cash, and even some newer country songwriters, others like Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Springsteen, Jackson Browne, especially the older songs of Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman, Harry Chapin, outright poets like Cohen and McKuen that later tried songwriting and singing, Suzanne Vega, Joan Baez, now groups like Green Day, Evanescence, and on and on--maybe that is why some poets choose rhyme and miter and some songwriters choose to do freestyle---hmmm, good question--too tired to attempt academia now. But remember Bobbie Burns did at least furnish the lyrics for "Auld Lang Syne."
Guess all that's left tonight is to take my shot (injection, sorry no Jack Daniel Black around) and the meds that I can remember and try to go to bed. If anyone has waded through all this rambling, then you are a better man (person) than I am, Gunga Din. Tonight has been a perfect example of how I tend to write---I write like I think--I guess that means I think like I write--stream of consciousness ala Faulkner and Hemingway-hmmmm-no, subject for another time.obviously borrowing from Mr. Kipling. Hey, it just turned midnight.

Round Midnight

2009-08-10T21:03:00.000-07:00

Yes, that time again. That title does sound like an Eric Clapton song. Ok, the song for tonight then is "Wonderful Tonight." Great guitar, great vocals, even better lyrics--well with this song I think they are equally good. Check it out on YouTube--also check out "Bell Bottom Blues." Clapton is definitely a one of a kind artist.

Finished the September column for WordCatalystMagazine.com -and as usual was longer than I intended--always seems to be a bit more I want to add--until 1000-1500 words turns into 2500+ ---all well and good if I was being paid by the word--but this is something I do because a kind lady gave me a chance to do so. Check out the magazine if for no other reason than to enjoy the good work done by Shirley Allard and Harry Furness. If you write, maybe submit something. I am biased but I still think that this is one of the best put together litzines I have seen-Shirley and Harry do hours of hard work and it shows--I keep trying to talk Shirley into going print, but she knowingly points out to me that I have no clue how hard that would be (my words, not hers, she is much more diplomatic).

Me and the late night, that's gone on so long now that I think it's completely natural--well, we'll see what the sleep doctor has to say Wednesday. Then that starts a round of other doctor appointments--it's actually been just over a month since I saw a doctor--must be a kind of a record for me. My two all time favorite lines from medical folks--well, not including several very friendly nurses, but I digress--the first was from an emergency room RN who had recently been a hospice nurse and to set the scene, I was on an emergency room bed in some "distress", had been there waiting for a room for about 6 hours, and one came available so the folks with me went ahead there, so it was just me and the nurse and she announced--"I think this will be your last time, you really better make sure you have all your affairs together"--wellllllllll, first of all, I didn't have any affairs going on that I was aware of and I certainly wasn't ready to "catch the bus" --so I smiled at her and said, "we'll see"--but I did arrange for a notary public to come and put together a will for me (cost @60 bucks, but very nice lady)--of course, the temptation was to do like the brothers did in "Second Hand Lions"--their will-"give it all to the kid"---I wanted to do that but just in case she might be right, I actually did a serious will and of course was discharged from the hospital the next day. There are a lot of other favorite quotes I could give but I will limit it to one more, my favorite doctor (yes, please note the dripping sarcasm) who had the personality of Dr House, but none of his talent--his assessment--"I think you have________, but we won't really know until someone does an autopsy on you"---once I realized that he wasn't planning one that very day, I had to smile, actually to smile very big so I could keep from laughing and all I could think of to say was, "Well, Ok"---yes, I am a master of "I wish I had of said______"--believe me, I could easily fill in that last blank, the possibilities are endless-including some with the friendly nurses.

Speaking of which, the song playing now is Aimee Mann's "Save Me"--without a hesitation, I would volunteer to save her.

Sunday/Monday quarter past midnight

2009-08-09T21:14:00.000-07:00

One of these years, my body might learn that it is supposed to sleep at night--ahh well, let me see, what does that mean if I speak of the me that is myself as being separate from my body? And would that be spiritually, metaphysically, or psychologically?---hmmm, don't know-don't care---anyway listening to one of my favorite albums--Greatest Stories Live by Harry Chapin--lot of good songs, but he had way too many good songs to include on that so somewhere I have a compleat/complete collection, but that also doesn't include them all either--I wonder how many more he would have had if he hadn't been killed in the carwreck before he even reached 39--interrupted so, well, now it's much later now approaching 3 ---hmm, this might be one of the reasons I have an appointment with a sleep doctor on Wednesday--everyone seems to think my sleep patterns, such as they are, are all out of whack--for a while, from the time I closed my eyes, I went directly into REM sleep and would stay in it the entire time I was asleep, sometimes for a short while after I awoke, the dreams were all very vivid and I was so involved in them that I might wake up, continuing the conversation from the dream and fall back asleep, and pick up the dream where it left off--I would even get up, maybe go to the bathroom, and come back to bed and the dream would continue---now it's not quite that bad, I don't dream all the time but when I do dream it's still that vivid and involved---so that causes me among other issues to stay tired all the time----but everyone has their stories, don't they? I used to love to dream, now--well, that's a story for another time. By the way, Bruce Springsteen was a good friend of Harry Chapin's and performed "Remember When the Music" at his memorial concert. So, with that tie in and with the way tonight has gone, I think the song for today is Springfield's "The Hitter"--a great song and equally great poem.

Saturday's child works hard for a living

2009-08-08T20:04:00.000-07:00

That's me-Saturday's child--I certainly can't say that I have always worked hard for a living, but it feels like I have always worked hard or at least I feel that tired. Guess things other than work can make you feel that way---maybe that's a subject for another time, "but life goes on, and this old world will keep on turning" Thanks, Kris. I would rather have a good reason to be tired---without straining, I certainly could think of more than a few--but, no, it's the usual--sorry, all the cryptic clues for tonight. I did write a little today, that felt good, even got to work in a few quotes from Longfellow, Poe, and Coleridge-yes from The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, but I didn't use my favorite from Coleridge--"In Xanadu, did Kublai Khan, a stately pleasure dome decree" which certainly seems like a workable idea to me------it's strange though that I can quote other folks stuff with no problems, but I can't do that with any of my own--hmmm, maybe it has something to do with quality control-Oh yeah, I guess the song for today should definitely be "Help Me Make It Through the Night" (please)--of course, by Kris Kristofferson.

Time is a juncture
A beginning or an end
circles in circles

Must be Friday night

2009-08-07T19:18:00.000-07:00

Well, what I should be doing tonight is trying to finish a column I do for a litzine ( WordCatalystMagazine.com ) every month, it's probably over half done but I feel over half done so it's not gonna happen tonight. Just watching bad television--so I decided to listen to some music and see what would come out here. Right now the music is Foo Fighters--back when I attempted Twitter, I would post a song of the day religiously. I have read how Twitter is addictive for a lot of folks--ummm--I'm not one of them, it just seems like you are supposed to be following the lives of the self-proclaimed famous people whose every minute of every day is supposed to be important to hundreds of thousands of readers---either that or like very bad chat rooms used to be---nope, no more, if someone wants to twitter me they can meet me on messenger-either yahoo or msn--don't really care--no cast of thousands--thank you very much-I can always, yes, always use a new friend but I don't need a gazillion. ok, enough ranting--hmmm, a song of the day, not a bad idea--sorely tempted to say "All My Life" by FF but no I am going to go with one a little further down on the playlist--"By My Side" from Godspell. I really love the soundtrack to that musical---the play and the movie--did I say I like the soundtrack?--on the other hand, my favorite musical is Superstar, of course with Ted Neeley as Jesus and the late Carl Anderson, the all time best Judas--in the movie, they both played the roles--I have seen the musical with Ted and Carl once and three other times after Carl passed away. I have talked with Ted twice, once in Chattanooga standing next to the cast bus, and once in Melbourne where for some reason, they took a dozen of so of us that had signed up to talk to him after the show--I guess they screened the folks that signed up for this--anyway they took us to a room, after a while he came in and proceeded to spend the next 2 1/2 hours visiting with us-instead of talking to us. He sincerely seemed as interested in us as we were in him, asking us as many questions as we did him. He genuinely seems to feel blessed to be playing the role, now for about 40 years-and he can still hit all of the high notes better than anyone I have ever seen-I told him whether they knew it or not, I believe Rice and Webber wrote the part and music for him--his tour manager kept coming in to get him--they were literally holding the bus for him, they were going to drive from Melbourne, Fl (halfway down east coast of Fl) to their next show in Cleveland, Ohio. Finally, after a few of us told him maybe he needed to go, he agreed. But he positioned himself at the door, and obviously was not going to leave until everyone else did. I was one of the first out and he talked to me in the door for at least fifteen minutes and then he gave me a big bear hug-like he did everyone else. Ted Neeley, a very special man who that night made everyone else in that room feel special. On second thought, make the song for tonight "Gethsemane" from Superstar, of course performed by Ted Neeley.

Thursday Morning

2009-08-06T08:28:00.000-07:00

Well, the sun did come up-it's cloudy so I guess we'll get another round of thunderstorms later--I love thunderstorms, the more lightning the better--I like the video even more than the audio, when the lightning is close, the simultaneous clap of thunder, where you can feel the vibration all the way through you--perfect. And the smell of ozone---when I was young, I loved to be out in a thunderstorm or at least on the porch and watching the whole symphony--I guess I thought I was invincible. Now I still love to be in or close to a thunderstorm--to feel the moisture in the breeze even if I am on the porch, to have my skin tingle with the charged air--to count between the flash and the boom--5 seconds=1 mile---I love it when you don't even get to one in the count so you know it's right on top of you. No, I realize that I am not invincible or suicidal--I guess I just lack the common sense to be afraid. Recognizing and respecting the beauty and power of the storm.

2009-08-05T21:29:00.000-07:00

Just went outside a little while ago--a beautiful night with just a few clouds but almost as bright as day with a full moon providing the light. Wish I knew more about astronomy--just below the moon was a brilliant star--in military terms, I would say it was left 8 o'clock low of the moon, in another time I might say below port 225 degrees to the moon--just imagine, the same moon throughout all the ages, throughout all the follies of mankind, 10,000 years ago the moon probably looked about the same--maybe it would look a little different to whoever happened to look up--it might have even been worshipped as it was later by the folks in Britain. The moon probably has as much to say now as it did then, but we, at least I, can't understand what it whispers on the breeze
moonlight cast shadows
quiet voices in the darkness
speaking truths unheard