Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

No! This is all a mistake.

Ego

I am lost when I long for you. Writing this makes it worse. In more than one way I desire sleep and illusion.

Time to go Home

Late and starting to rain,
it's time to go home.
We've wandered long enough
in empty buildings.
I know it's tempting to stay
and meet those new people.
I know it's even more sensible
to spend the night here with them,
but I want to go home.

We've seen enough beautiful places
with signs on them saying
This is God's House. That's seeing the
grain like the ants do,
without the work of harvesting.
Let's leave grazing to cows and go
where we know what everyone really intends,
where we can walk around without clothes on.

~ RUMI (from: Open Secret, translated by Coleman Barks)

Thanks to VM for sharing.

Sounds better than it is

Laboring in obscurity.

Sweeping

As in not. And I stick by that promise.

Stop being so religious

What
Do sad people have in
Common?

It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past

And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.

What is the beginning of
Happiness?

It is to stop being
So religious

Like

That.

- Hafiz

Where they can't find me

Which is why I'm here now.

kept for posterity

Looking across the Warhol Bridge in Pittsburgh.

Hiya! It might interest you to know that since I moved my ISP, server, and domain name registration the links to the podcast files no longer work. If you are interested in listening to the episodes, let me know. Otherwise there really is no point to keeping this blog up except that I can't bring myself to delete it. And that may happen one day.

7: graffiti graffito

I'm baa-aack! I know – it's been over a year. Thanks for waiting! Here's tonight's poem: graffiti graffito. I'm not sure what its about. Probably the creative process or poetry or the mushy mushy thing called life. Have a thought? Let me know!

There may be an mp3 later, or not.

Written and Recorded: August 2, 2007
Time: 1 min. 59 secs.

Addition: mp3 added November 2007

6: Old Home Week: 2

More of my unpublished poems from the 70's. WARNING: watch your drums. I do shout a bit on this one due to ranting about my dog-hating neighbor. Or is it just me he hates?

You can also watch this one.

Recorded March 19, 2006.

Music: none
Time: 10 min. 17 sec.

Note: the in-cast end credits list this as #5 but it is, indeed, #6.

Post Script: Since my server people won't update the server media definitions you are getting the m4v as text (unless you download it), and it's not showing up in iTunes. So here's an mp3 until that gets fixed ... and even after.