meditations on a foggy oceanic-sidling cat scratching at the knob eventide

yes despite the evils of this world
must acclimate adjust and help prompt the healeringsings
with sober lust for kindliness

meditations on a foggy oceanic-sidling cat scratching at the knob eventide

yes despite the evils of this world
must acclimate adjust and help prompt the healeringsings
with sober lust for kindliness

late if i wanna be

such a sweet meet this morn
but this one young gal in her thirties irks me
talking about tardiness
so i left without the afterwards group hugs
cuz it was like she was talking to me
i am the world's most gottabecompulsiveearliybird at the orffice
so on my own time i'm like late if i wanna be

manifold paths homebound

i grow sad when souls insist on the oneway approach and instead have +
chipped toast jesus will get you belief mind
so are so many other spiritual pathways, we 'arrive spiritually' at a 'destination' and then proceed to nourish and nurture and mosey on along.

i do belief in art but my feral fearful ferocity belies and belittles such claims

i do belief in art but my feral fearful ferocity belies and belittles such claims

thin times, remember also simone weil at all times

back when i was a practicing alcoholic
unlike now when i seek never to set=-uip-shop against myself again
i met this esquimeaux fella and he would crack the cheapened bottle of wine but always always would fill the cap with the then precious mind-numbing fluid and potion an apportionment
'for the spirits'

i considered a rude waste of vital vino

just reading in jerry w. wrights thin places and thin times
about the veil 'twixt the world seen and the faerie realm
how the cattlemilkers would 'low a squirt or three to plop to the ground from their family beast
same rationale

differing places
simular aces

ever noteice how like madame curie or bejamin with his kite in the electron storm

you ever notice that, as a aformer artiste
when one delves into some of these devilishly perennial art problems
such as how to portray the sufferings so abounding without
causing the viewer to want to instantaneously self-destruct nor plunge into some dada-istic nihilism?
that is
thinkingabout the vile and evile stuff ongoing each moment
the starving infants
the starving elders
the beaten slaves of today
the myriad souls without medical care
critters beyond imagination who live each morning in fear of having been gobbled up ferociously during the eventide of blood and bones and winged vengeance just ending
of the oceanic plummets, wherewithin each critter either evades or seeks to intake each other, species contra species
the list of heartless ongoings is 'pert near without end

and yet
to be an artist
and plunge into the maelstrom mindless storm of
what is
and portray with such a way that
courage
the urge to help one another rather than turn one's face
altruism
and mutual acceptance
and
gasp-
tolerance
is it not nearly too much to ask of any one soul that she
strive to rent asunder such cloven hedges and peer and peak and bring it on back home, so her percievers, her purveyors, her viewers (who approach, it is to be noted, her artwork as a follower of the dominant religions might a sacred scarred shrine or a ritual stations of the way,)
so these selfsame few, who have turned from religious trite and contrite to deepset genuine authentic spirituality
and seen past drugs
and gone beyond the money bag
and power is not their heroinsong
so that these souls may awaken but having awakened have the healing guidance of the artist's hands to reassure and assert
healing's hopping in, hon
just holster on there,'kay?

krishnamurti

have you heard krishnamurti hold forth on' the sport'?
not, of course, the gridiron war-games
nay
the sport, he proclaims, is that one flower of five and twenty thousands which
dares be unique
an outlier
a flier
and
the mendelev in each of us(and the grigor mendel as well)
finds its fascination, non faux, therewithin

how to help them awarify

of flies and leafs
i help as a therapist
newly recovering alcoholics and addicts to
look, with one eye shuttered,
deeplier into their attica attics above
and into their future death depths below so bellowing
and yet in the present precisely to remain undivided
zero remainders

was i more aware and wary wouldn't have these ouchies

the knee the neck the wrist all ouch from my poor past choices oh yes and thata kicking the can that turned out to be a piece of stolid stellar droopings

gotta start noticing my lifeways afore they ouchify me

gloomy overcast foggy hilly chilly windy blustery: so fine it all is, whyc douln't the houstoinian aria air be btrer so i could padre isle enjoy,'eh?

yes, blustery sindy windy chilly oercast all of it
if only i could enjoy it more without using the vaporier dealie due to the gunky air,sigh

afater seeing that kind of a moon, one must never art the same

how can one's arat not go beyond lab rat or whack a mole
slurping low fat guacamole in the east side of manchester
it might be 1000 pounds per euro year and yet
the yes campaing with picallilly suace on its healing sandwitch
yes ther is how it must ee all new

in third grade stuff was tossed out the window

in third grade
mrs boyer was an alcholic lay teacher
she used to tell me to throw (the word) STUFF out the window
one day she came to school and her slip was like totally showing on her bony-ass legs
and i kindly told her
and she hated me ever after
but she gave me student of the year pin
what to make of such a melange

the kryptonite metaphor, though I'm much more kentish than a son of Jo-El e'er would 'fess unto

I sometimes describe the mutual alcoholism of my clients and myself insofar that any bit of it is harmful(for me, not for anyone whose relationship to alcohol is normal; I'm not a diabetic, but I also digress into that metaphor as well, that I myself CAN handle a brownie or even two, but I believe a diabetic couldn't...)

my latest reads : origins of comix and the originations of life

Latest book I've been reading was one on the origins of comic books, oddly enough. Recently been reading about the actual geophysothermal beginnings of life from a sort of organic chemistry perspective and I like how (in the complexity theory model) stuff just sort of(over eons beyond my imagining) builds up one layer at a timeit's as if life was SO ready to burst out, sort of Teilhardianly,y'know?

trust the inner elf and don't be fearflea feral fettered

and don't low the buggerwugges to heap fear pon you in the most feral way
cuz it ain't deserired