From a 9Volt battery AM transistor radio in the backyard to a laptop with headphones — songs don’t change; they change us.
Like a good story — a good song spreads deeper into the soul as time moves along.
January 2012
5 minute window to three
5 steps down
silver unlocks gold
into
chamber one
open into chamber two
under two light bulbs glowing
stored outdoor furniture and silk flowers
silver unlocks gold
the 2nd bulb flickers twice
under the flicker
a tall package reads
Kate’s Red Poinsettia
one last flicker
into the third chamber
a wall of meters
charging
look for pipes rising from the floor
water rushes through 71213
*noted*
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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of…
“5 minutes to Midnight? Re-e-e-eallly?”
—
“Am I part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?” —Clocks (via c-o-l-d-p-l-a-y-lyrics)
Or am I part of the disease?” —Clocks (via c-o-l-d-p-l-a-y-lyrics)
It’s tea time in the centre of the ether,
in my mind
any way
Mad Hatter: “My dear? You seem to be looking out in all directions.”
White Rabbit: “Follow me!”
Sipping slowly from a fancy cup, Alice looks up off the rim to the rabbit: “No.”
Mad Hatter & White Rabbit together: “Well?!”
Alice: “A lovely tea party, indeed. I will always visit. Yet… in order to appreciate an exquisite tapestry, a welcoming road trip is needed to clear the air of my mind and possibly find my heart. It is human after all, right?”
an answer
there are many answers
questions too
life in the most densely populated places
give answers
ask questions
it’s a holding, I guess
it’s not even a guess
we all know…
streams of thoughts
millions, billions of them daily
pass through here
I catch the ones that tapped into mine
and in my mind alone
a few days past
that thought found another today
not in verse today
in image
I saw to make
to move…
an answer
to future time
The Golden Age
As every Greek knows,
we were the original
terrorists, dirty fighters,
pushing that horse into
the gates of Troy. Meanwhile,
back at the tents, the rest
of the army was getting it on,
bonding in the special way
only old men and boys bond—
as Socrates sucks hemlock
for corrupting the youth.
At home, the women cook up
their kids, served to guests.
Someone kills his father, marries
his mother, cuts out his eyes,
while the gods go on raping
every half-attractive youth.
Plato calls for philosophical
tyranny, and Aristotle flees
screaming into Macedonia
to train Alexander in the art
of bravery. Always a monster
hanging around the gates,
and Minotaur stumbles around
the labyrinth, chewing kids for snacks.
The boy who stole the wolf believes
death more honorable than truth.
And Heracles, the greatest hero,
slaughters his family, claiming divine
interference, temporary insanity.
All the while there are wars
between the city states, as they
struggle to hold off the barbarians
who are always out there, waiting,
knowing Golden Ages are golden
only to outsiders and historians,
and civilization too often ends
when the blushing girl says no.
James Valvis
"Oh my freaking, fricken' lord!" -- 'screams tu-tu resinate into the live wires.
Puppy leaves a glorious mark, once again!
“We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.”
—Ray Bradbury and other iconic authors, from Mark Twain to Eudora Welty, on truth and fiction. (via curiositycounts)
That's just it
You could be hit by a bus
The Earth could be hit by a bus-sized asteroid
Anytime
Random
And, all our stuff could be blown to bits
Our fragments drifting off into space
Maybe to land on an alien exo-planet one day
Our atoms to start all over again.
In the meantime
We could enjoy our now
With a smile, we could care for our now
With a dance, we could do better to serve
All energy
And…
THAT energy IS contagious!
“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you have fed him for a lifetime. Author unknown”
—
Play
“three peek’s the magic — anymore? we drift into another dimension”
—
silent alarm
when my ears see
a path laid
no, more like a string —
he pulled a station location
out of his hat in the aft
three calls at midnight
I ran
false alarm
in block 100
re-sets the captain from 23
currently
the girl who lives
under my favourite bridge
draws me Alice peeking into
the picnic basket
by a first responder
a-round the red alarm’s
event horizon
Identity
We still see people driving like maniacs,
We still see pop bottles and chip bags
Coffee cups and used condom on the sides of roads.
You know what this fast train of consumerism needs?
This tourist train that shows no sign of slowing down?
All passengers need — secretly sub-wish
A scandalous fresh cult sensation.
A sensation that grabs hold of the balls of culture clubs,
Throws them all in - in an utter state of confusion
Where they don’t know what the hell is going on —
But, their glued tight. Tight in… tight in like this
(everyone loves this; and if they don’t? they don’t understand identity)
They just can’t help themselves.
We’ve picked apart so many things in this world,
And, we have forgotten our own world’s direction.
You want identity?
You’re a billion identities.
Pick one.
You’re lucky that you can.
