We got here yesterday, we're here now, and I can't wait to leave tommorow.
-John Giorno.
There are two nights out of the year that you don't feel being alone, from the most horrible cave dwelling troglodyte to the Baron von Sex & the City, nobody wants to be alone on Valentines Day, or New Years Eve.
Personally, I hate New Years Eve, not because it seems like a celebration of just another year in the future... that entropic push towards an inevitable loss, of friends, or parents, or anything... the bait of promises, it's just the people. I nearly almost always get in fights with people who have stupid hats on and wear Tommy Hilfiger yellow shirts, tucked into their Dockers pants...
At least at Knock Knock, a bar I frequent (dj, butt of jokes, etc), I'm mostly safe from the vast horde of status quo. Mostly.
I walked around my neighborhood tonight, scraped enough money together for a 16oz bottle of cheap beer in a plastic bottle... telling myself I have to look at those job offers that Monster sends me... listening to Mark Kozelek's Admiral Fell Promises over and over.
The show was amazing, and he's a wonderful personable fellow, almost shy, and a voice that fits his music with clarity and a sense of heartbreak and joy.
In the night, there were bubbles, here and there. I don't know where they came from, the derelict sleeping on the benches outside didn't notice them. I don't think they would care if they did see them.
What am I trying to say? I don't think I even know my myself. Perhaps, notice the little things in life, the slick of oil in water, the surprising colour, and moreover, never take anyone or anything for granted. The days seem so short, and the nights go on forever. Make the most of it. Be here now.
namaste
Wishing everyone a happy valentines day, there are birds and trees and living things all around us that thrive in the thistle and the buck brush, kiss someone without ego, yet love.
POEMA IV
Es la maana llena de tempestad
en el corazn del verano.
Como pauelos blancos de adis viajan las nubes,
el viento las sacude con sus viajeras manos.
Innumerable corazn del viento
latiendo sobre nuestro silencio enamorado.
Zumbando entre los rboles, orquestal y divino,
como una lengua llena de guerras y de cantos.
Viento que lleva en rpido robo la hojarasca
y desva las flechas latientes de los pjaros.
Viento que la derriba en ola sin espuma
y sustancia sin peso, y fuegos inclinados.
Se rompe y se sumerge su volumen de besos
combatido en la puerta del viento del verano.
Pablo Neruda - 1924
I have seen your
wintering eyes blue aeroplanes
storming black seas crashed upon
our beach head. I close my
aeroplane eyes slightly and
grip your feather hands tightly.
-Michael McCarthy, Feb 14th 2004.
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Special Announcement: South seccedes from Union... Oh wai, no. This is just a little section to light a candle for a good friend, and fellow (FL)SG'er mrs_meday in the hopes that there will be a quick return of her catty Ollie, who was gone astray somewhere prehaps on a wild catnip bender. Here's a candle, and a picture of kitten that looks nothing like the venerable Ollie-cat! feel free to stop on by her journal and wish her kitty a safe and quick return. Yellow Ribbons Ahoy. God bless our pussies.
(god forbid I spelled his name wrong, but it's the thought that counts and it's audibly the same!)
February 17th 2004
-John Giorno.
There are two nights out of the year that you don't feel being alone, from the most horrible cave dwelling troglodyte to the Baron von Sex & the City, nobody wants to be alone on Valentines Day, or New Years Eve.
Personally, I hate New Years Eve, not because it seems like a celebration of just another year in the future... that entropic push towards an inevitable loss, of friends, or parents, or anything... the bait of promises, it's just the people. I nearly almost always get in fights with people who have stupid hats on and wear Tommy Hilfiger yellow shirts, tucked into their Dockers pants...
At least at Knock Knock, a bar I frequent (dj, butt of jokes, etc), I'm mostly safe from the vast horde of status quo. Mostly.
I walked around my neighborhood tonight, scraped enough money together for a 16oz bottle of cheap beer in a plastic bottle... telling myself I have to look at those job offers that Monster sends me... listening to Mark Kozelek's Admiral Fell Promises over and over.
The show was amazing, and he's a wonderful personable fellow, almost shy, and a voice that fits his music with clarity and a sense of heartbreak and joy.
In the night, there were bubbles, here and there. I don't know where they came from, the derelict sleeping on the benches outside didn't notice them. I don't think they would care if they did see them.
What am I trying to say? I don't think I even know my myself. Perhaps, notice the little things in life, the slick of oil in water, the surprising colour, and moreover, never take anyone or anything for granted. The days seem so short, and the nights go on forever. Make the most of it. Be here now.
namaste
Wishing everyone a happy valentines day, there are birds and trees and living things all around us that thrive in the thistle and the buck brush, kiss someone without ego, yet love.
POEMA IV
Es la maana llena de tempestad
en el corazn del verano.
Como pauelos blancos de adis viajan las nubes,
el viento las sacude con sus viajeras manos.
Innumerable corazn del viento
latiendo sobre nuestro silencio enamorado.
Zumbando entre los rboles, orquestal y divino,
como una lengua llena de guerras y de cantos.
Viento que lleva en rpido robo la hojarasca
y desva las flechas latientes de los pjaros.
Viento que la derriba en ola sin espuma
y sustancia sin peso, y fuegos inclinados.
Se rompe y se sumerge su volumen de besos
combatido en la puerta del viento del verano.
Pablo Neruda - 1924
I have seen your
wintering eyes blue aeroplanes
storming black seas crashed upon
our beach head. I close my
aeroplane eyes slightly and
grip your feather hands tightly.
-Michael McCarthy, Feb 14th 2004.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Special Announcement: South seccedes from Union... Oh wai, no. This is just a little section to light a candle for a good friend, and fellow (FL)SG'er mrs_meday in the hopes that there will be a quick return of her catty Ollie, who was gone astray somewhere prehaps on a wild catnip bender. Here's a candle, and a picture of kitten that looks nothing like the venerable Ollie-cat! feel free to stop on by her journal and wish her kitty a safe and quick return. Yellow Ribbons Ahoy. God bless our pussies.
(god forbid I spelled his name wrong, but it's the thought that counts and it's audibly the same!)
February 17th 2004
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severus:
thanks for your comment, not sure i ever replied, lots of shit going on here but THANKS. 
mathmaddicts:
I swear to god libertarianism is considered the american reply to anarcho capitalism. Not being that familiar with either theory I trust you in recognizing divergence but still a lot of euro anarchists view the US as the only place anarcho capitalism has gained any popularity because they seem to think the two fairly equivalent.