Thank goodness for my 'where-with-all'.

To align your spine:
Sit straight up, breathe deep, and drive your head and coccyx in opposite directions.

The problem with Campings prediction is that not enough people believed it. When 7 billion people believe it, it will happen, believe me. My point is; we will our world. Our world is what we will it to be.

It is not What you do, but the Manner in which you do it that is important.
This is why we need to teach manners.

We are currently petroleum feeding creatures. Soon we will achieve, and eat, nuclear fusion. In two hundred years, when we master magnetism, even nuclear will seem dirty and primitive.

It seems that mankind harbors no curiosities about the results were the entire battle to cease.

Because somebody is 'from' MIT or Cambridge doesn't necessarily make them good at their job.

You would be hard pressed to name a creature more shy than a spider.

The sun came out today and affected me poorly.
It illuminated everything and my eyes couldn't rest,
on anything that couldn't do with improvement.

Côte-d'Or 

This is the place. It was told to me in a dream.

The problem with Capitalism is that everyone is so goddamn busy no one is involved.
The problem with Communism is a few keep all the rest busy and demand involvement.
The problem with Socialism is that everyone gets involved and are simply busybodies.
The problem with Facebookism is that one feels obligated to get involved or else die.

There is no point to DIY if there is no U.

Mmmm....peas. Green roe.

Last day of March, first newt.
Dry-walling in the Welsh alpine.
A most thoroughly enjoyed day.

The bee must visit the flower...we assume it's because of the flower.

On hands:

 Our hands can build a pyramid or, without the help of vision, can also discern between two different patterns of lace.

A friend rushes bothered and irascible through my door.
We agree that it is impossible to suss out sensationalism from truth.
He leaves calm, satisfied, promising that he will not go back to the television.

Woe to the man who writes no paychecks.

Vane in flight. I think in March.

On hope:

The majority of extremely successful people are of average intelligence.

customized handle of fire poker

On writing:
you're finished when you get to the bottom of the page

On painting:
you're  finished when the canvas is covered

On sculpture:

you're finished when you get bored

change one of the wants to a wish.

What are we capable of Without the miracle? This is the question.

Our uselessness may be slightly embarrassing, but truly it is our usefulness that gets us into trouble.
In fact, one could argue that our whole existence has been about Denying and Disguising our uselessness.
And that by trying to be so goddamn useful, we've really @##$ed things up.

Our reason exists to deny our uselessness.

 
paris. reflection st. paul.

 

Cows, pigs, chickens, they're ok. But deer! My god!.

On magic:

I do not Believe in miracles. I demand them.

On Thieves:

If people want to steal my shit, I'm completely flattered by that.

The saying: 'Those who can't do, teach'.
I say, 'Those who've done, teach...
whether they like it or not'.

The waves work to destroy the beach. Be like the waves. Those Sisyphus waves.

You can look at it thus:

It's taken a long time to do just that little bit.

or thus:

That little bit only took two hours.

It's entirely perception. One is discouraging.

Focus on the other.

You may be incredibly impressed by somebody else's body of work but that does not diminish the value of your own.  

When I write a poem I mostly just take words out.
When I write prose I mostly just take swear words out.

You're in a small town, 50 or so miles north of the meditteranean sea, your right side is  (s)hot.

There is a bad smell of paint that you think will disappear within days.

It has been said that there are no straight lines in nature. 

Nature is an infinity of straight lines giving the impression of none.

Life is an automatically failed interview.

Hold your breath while working. Breathe deliberately at rest.

Choose your friends by how you act amongst them.

The problem with the truth is that everyone's idea of a lie is different.

To die in Wales would be a bit inauspicious, but I'm o.k. with that.
In fact, the problem with dying is that the whole act of it is quite inauspicious. We die, things go on. Shame.

If you work truthfully, feed yourself well, 'get plenty rest' and drink plenty of water you won't really have much time left over to do the things that damage you. Unless of course you do them in your sleep.

A lawn or a woman. You won't have time for both.

I do everything with such goddamn ceremony that I think I need a therapist.

A lawn is a living creature that never stops begging.

What I remember is,.....one of the things I loved about 'The Myth of Sisyphus' is that Camus tried to lose most of his readers in the first one hundred pages.

One thing I noticed when I was young....it didn't bother me to come in second.
Not that it Never bothered me, .................just that generally it didn't.

I know some American Indians used sage....from the candle shop, Todd learned it and burnt it, wish I had some now ........... I try thyme and chives.

One of the good things about art is that you can look at it repeatedly and it gives back a different picture every time, like nature; it's different than t.v. Not static.

I wish we could communicate telepathically. Writing, e-mailing is cumbersome.
I hope, believe, that most of our communication is telepathic- You know what i mean.

Being accomplished at something means good things happen by accident.

Bacon's eyes expected his ancient heroes to exist around him and he searched for them in his present.
Bacon was not so disturbed by the suicides of Lacy or Dyer as he appeared to be in public.
Or represented in paint.
He was flattered by them, mostly.
Bacon was never impressed with money; suicide on his behalf was a much grander and theatrical accolade.

God, I get furious with 'old masters' when they act stupid.

There has not been an artist who ever lived who has not admired themselves at least from the elbow down.

Painting is too dirty and too hard; doesn't cut quick enough.

Know that when you are right it lasts for an instant and do not be disturbed by being right only for a moment; know that when you are wrong it can last lifetimes. Strive to be right.

I suppose I just don't believe in it much anymore. Fighting.

The rat is now our guest. And i've come to telling it to quiet down.
It seems to listen.
I'm now calling it 'mouse'.

You cannot communicate with contemporaries by preaching to friends.

Today. Finished reading 'Paradise Lost'. Took me years. Longer than any other book that I've tried to read at least.
I read every word. Was asked if I enjoyed it. Had to laugh.
I said that it's like a trip up the Amazon. Amazing, but not without discomfort.
I think years back I may have finished reading Moby Dick about this time too.

I have always felt as though I was being watched, or followed throughout my life.
How nice it is that fears become reality, that dreams become you.

On ideas:

Most things are easy if you think about it; running a marathon, recovering from a severed limb,
compared to the impossible effort to regain a lost thought.

Clearly, sharing our internal pictures, all that universally unites us to one another, seems to be the hardest art of all.

There is a comfortable way to sit on any stone.

Why do we use plasters, bandaids, when tiolet paper, tissue, secured by electrical tape works better?

It is important to say 'I love you', but-
'Thank you', if used sparingly, is more potent and to the point.

What a man believes in is boring
compared to what he is willing to sacrifice himself for.

To realize the Don Quixote in yourself
makes your ribs hurt.

The stone will gravitate towards the center of the earth.
I put little stones between the big ones while waiting.

I could say that we are suffering a generation of men who
were taught about money
but this is not exactly precise

I would say that we are suffering a generation
well equipped financially and embraced entirely
within their silken armo(u)r.

Where did we learn to flick? You know, the action of springing a finger, usually the 'middle', from the resistance of our thumb? I heard today on the radio that evolutionary scientists are confounded by the fact that we alone amongst the animals, blush (I wouldn't be confounded by that fact, nor am I convinced of it). But they can find no 'missing link' that also blushes. It is an innately human trait.
Never seen anything else that flicked either.

These green grapes suck, though they may look good.
They are so filled with water the skin wants to bust, like a balloon.
And they are quite tasteless. God forbid there be seeds.
Similar to the bloated celery we grow. Full of water; no taste.

Number 1:
You never learn to listen to other people.
Number 2:
You eventually learn enough so that you never have to listen to other people.

Poe- I can't ever even remember reading him, but I am familiar with some of his stories from a young age. But I can say, that after rereading him now that I am less tender, that he blows away Rousseau, Voltaire, Twain, Dickens, (this list could go on) and anyone else that may be occasioned into the mix; that his dexterity with written words, fluidity of mind, breadth of knowledge, passion for investigation, propensity for prophesy, has rarely been bested. His sarcasm only worshipped to the point of aping, his deduction studied to the point of mimicking.

Words are more difficult than paintbrushes.

I ate:
yeast, butter (good), cream cheese (full fat philli), fish (salmon, probably farmed), red onion
half a loaf of french baguette, mayo, pastrami (one portion), leerdhamer (sp?)
one whole hot chili pepper (from uganda)
half a stem of bloated celery and half a head of lettuce
iceberg soy extract and chicken
salt and pepper.
all quite randomly.
lots of proteins, some vitamins, very few lipids.

Things are nice: Children, Dogs, Diamond rings.
What is nicer must be to not need anything.

A crisis is always an opportunity.

do you remember when we were in that small little vermont town?
the place we stayed in was covered with soft to (coincide) hide the creaky
and then outside though you were cold
all those single candles in every one window.
that's what i remember.

sit on my left side, my left hip
and it is very comfortable.
so i make a habit of sitting on my right,
but not as much as i'd like.

I feel as though i've dug myself out.
How do i test that? some monks?
(during a treat of Joe Walshs' 'confessor')

Philosopy is the highest art.
And amongst other things,
it is the art of having better ideas
than all the previous idiots.

I want to go out among you.
tell you it's okay.
pat you on the head, hug you.
but ya'll have too many fuckin'
guns
and knives,
how does anyone (still) do that?

Whatever anything anyone says to me is positive.

RE: Understanding
I would imagine that it is the girls that are having a harder time right now.

STUDY THOSE WHO HAVE SHARED THEMSELVES.

How to reveal oneself is a higher conundrum to pine over than knowing oneself.

http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/48344/

WHENIFEELGOOD
ALLDOORWAYSSEEMSHORT
ALLOTHERSISKULKTHROUGH

intellectually

INOURSOCIETY(THEWEST)WEHAVEBEENENCOURAGEDNOTTOGROWUP,
THISHASPROTECTEDUSFROMHAVINGTOHAVEA'CULTURALREVOLUTION'
BUTHASNURTUREDAGENERATIONOFTITSUCKLINGTWATS.

Slideyourfingers'neathyourtoes,
howheavyseemsyourfoot,
scratchanditchthosecalloused
dogs,
insideallthosebones.

EVERYTHINGHAsbeen,and again, WILlBENAMED.

nearhome.

IFITHASANAMEITISNOTAWEED.

IWASTHINKINGTHATIRESPECTTHEMANWHORESISTS
THEURGETOGETDRUNK
STRETCHINFRONTOFAFIRE
ANDMASSAGEHIMSELF.

WHYWOULDTHEYNOT
TAKEEVERYOPPORTUNITY
TOSCRATCHTHEIRBELLY
ANDREFLECTLIKEAKING?

ALLOFMYSTATEMENTSIRUNPASTMYFATHER
ALMOSTEVERYTHINGELSEISRUNPASSEDYOU

THEREHASNEVERBEENAWARTHATHASFOUGHTOVERSOMETHINGOTHERTHANBELIEF

ADMIREHOWTHEHUMANHANDLIESWHILEATREST

ALBERTSPAIN

THINGSDONOTEMBODYMEANING
MEANINGISIMPARTEDTOTHINGS

WEAREPRAYINGEVERYTIMEWEHOLDSILENTCONSULTATIONWITHOURSELVES

ROMANROAD

THEREARENORELATIONSHIPSTHATCANNOTBESAVED
UNDERSTANDING
KINDNESS
FORGIVENESS
THREETONGSOFAGRAPPLINGHOOK

THEPROBLEMWITHQUITTINGSMOKINGISTHAT
YOUTHINKITWILLKILLYOU
THEPROBLEMWITHQUITTINGDRINKINGISTHAT
YOUKNOWITWILLISOLATE
EVERYONE

MOSTOFINTELLECTUALENDEAVORISNOTHINGMORETHANTRYINGTOBEAWISEASS

staircase

IWISHIDIDN'THAVETOBRINGTHEBOTTLEUP
BUTIFORGOTTOBRINGTHEGLASSDOWN

ISUPPOSETHATIFIDIEBEFOREIGETTOREADTHESETHINGSAGAINTHEYWILLREMAINMEANINGLESS?

ISHEDANDDEVELOPASIGETOLDER.LIKEASNAKEORABUG

IHAVECONVERSATIONSWITHFORIEGNATIONS

I HAVE NO CONCLUSIONS THAT THEY TOLD ME

ICANTALLOWTHECOMFORTOFMYHOMETOPREVENTMEFROMDISCOVERINGMYBACKYARD

Underthephotobelow
accidentally
turnedouttobe
a
very
nonmarxist
nonbolshevic
comment.

Iwouldguess
thatmostofourissues
stemfromthefact
thatwedon'tknow
howtoimpressourselves
intherightway.

Weshould,whiththestrictestofstandards,trytoimpressourselvesfirst.

Wherearethemen?

When in doubt, smile, put your best rags on, and eloquently tell a stranger the truth.

TakeStandFirmSteps.

Remember this - http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/48908/
and remember that you were simply saying that the 'I' is in front of your right hand, reached by
your middle finger. It's the way you were taught.

But remember that you immediately recognized the other implications of it, and worked on it then, hard.

And that it is good.

Remember all this and then remember that the poem you intended to write started with the letter 'I', and
that is what started you off on this poem. Remember that you had no idea what you would write.

Remember that it came quick, and you knew, and laughed, over a good poem.

Remember that you thought it important to put a space between 'key' and 'stroke'.

Remember how long you worked on this.

Remember how you were talking only to yourself.

Remember how much better it became.

See how good it is now?

The 'I've had a harder day than you' syndrome.

First day, bingo. Thursday, computer. Friday, zoo. Monday, market. Tuesday, wood alone. Saturday, grill. Sunday, boot sale.

I can't take a step without thinking what I have to do with it.

A losing battle is no reason not to put up a good fight.

If you are like me, then your problem is in trying, thinking, believing, that you are like everyone else.

Find and fall in love with someone who loves little things.

Mantra 2

justbringmesmallgoodadvances

Art is something an artist needs to exhaust. So they can move on.
In order to move on.

Marijuana can be good for some older people.

"'At a pinch, it is easy enough to choose between but and and. It already becomes more difficult to opt for and or then. The difficulty grows with then and afterwards. But what is surely hardest of all is to decide whether one should put and or not.'" -Camus

Forgive those people whose atoms temporarily come together in this life to make awkward, clumsy, bestial beasts; and remember that there is a place where we are all more suited.

There are no sacrifices after birth.

The first thing that you want to 'be' is admirable. The last thing that you want to be, that's the real nut.

Be busy at being determined to find out what you already know.

People always talkin' bout freedom. Freedom like it's a big idea. Freedom is to sleep when your tired and eat when you're hungry. Ain't no tax breaks gonna give you that.

Generations to come are here. And they don't know that you were thinking about them.

There is no way for the mind to be free and clear if the body is not limber.

Of course I am a stranger, on such a sea as this,
all we know comes out our mouths.
And exhales us off to distance.