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"Fiat 1400" by Mario Bazzi

It was a Christmas made of brick and concrete, urban and high-rise.
It was a special visit on the 4th(?) floor - reconnecting...
The relaxation that comes of knowing the other person,
Yet complete with intensity and leftovers

After a couple of hours in the apartment,
I went down to my car
The little blue Fiat
Where I'd left the windows open the merest crack

And some enterprising person had inserted a fire extinguisher
Filling the inside of my car with what settled on being a yellow, sulfuric dust 1/8" thick.
Everywhere.

When we came down
We just looked at it
Quizzically
Not knowing what we were seeing,
Having no prior context.

Took a while to figure it out.

Once it fully absorbed into my being that
Someone had deliberately caused me an immense
Amount of grief.
I stood up - best posture

And screamed
In public
At the top of my voice
For at least a full 2 minutes
Which is long time...
Really.

People came to their windows, looked out, and closed them up again.

P.S., being a complete gentleman
Perhaps feeling like this was 'his' parking lot,
Took it upon himself to clean.
A whole lot of help there... sweetness amongst it all.

I have this memory of him driving out onto the highway
From the parking lot
With all the Fiat windows full open
Strewing yellow dust as he went in
Great Billowing Clouds

It wasn't fun at the time,
But it's a fond memory all the same
How does that work?

Depending on how many and which posts you've read...
You may realize that Billy Corgan is a favorite of mine.
I'm a multi-faceted person, AND some things resurface time and time again.

I had so many things to write last night, but no energy.
Sure I would remember... what made me think that?
I finally went off to sleep around 3:30am.
Had to take advantage of the opportunity after all the drama of the day.
Yesterday seemed to have it - life and death, humor and sorrow.

That's the way it rolls in the dual world.

This is a gentle, morning wake-up song, I think...
Peace.

"Geometric Art Deco"

I didn't post today.
I suppose this halfway counts
I didn't want it to be the first day I didn't.
But just didn't have it in me.

I'm happy about my new discipline
And guard it with precious care
I want to keep it going
RIght out there.

Switched up the rhyme
By accident; didn't notice until afterward....
Like an almost-brilliant pun
That came as a gift rather than anything constructed by me

Bad reaction to food today
Good one to humor
It just kept kept coming like naturally flowing spring water
And I delighted in it as my body turned to jello
Shaking in its substandard scaffolding
And attack of invaders I welcomed in.
And those I did not.

Another day in the neighborhood that ends
With part contemplation, part groan

Differentiation
Gotta love the concept.

If you want to just sit back and relax body and eyes
Like I did,
You could watch however much of these 9:14 minutes you would like.

I'll see you tomorrow.
After holding body and soul together for a night.
With a little help, I think.

"Cracked Egg in the Middle of Other Eggs" by Mitch Diamond

Couldn't help myself
Alright; guess I could, but I wanted to juxtapose these two
videos, songs

You choose your order.

Live, spontaneous, and carefully planned
Choreography was theater
And that's part of the dual nature of what I'm up to.
Until my eyes close
For the night.

Train of thought
Unabashedly
Coming through
Woo woo.........eeeeek, chugga chugga
What can I tell you.
Late

Wishing you all well.

Always best Live though...

 

the smashing pumpkins had eight shows at the fillmore (san francisco, ca) following the release of "zeitgeist."
"this video was shot on july 18, 2007." ~ debbie deb

  

Top: "Bonfire for Walpurgis, Vejbystrand, Sweden" byAnders Blomgvist

1 Down: "Monsoon Storm Clouds" by David Edward

Below: 'House of Fire:' "Walking Along the Sun"

 

It rained today.
It was a good day.

I remember how people came out and danced in the streets when it rained in India;
How they would give a portion of all that they had to the fire ceremony
All that they coaxed from the soil or milked or crafted with their hands
So there would be life-giving rain.

The fire used to light the fire pit
Was maintained and handed down
Generations upon generations back.

So much power in that,
I could barely hold up my own head
Or walk around the fire one more time
And then it rained.

*

This song immediately came up whilst I was writing this.
We are all made of stars...
Essential

And here is a ceremony of a different sort in this vid clip
Feeling and creativity... Life emerging as itself: empty, full, emptied, filled
Production values go in different directions  ;) 
Intent focus on giving....
Intent focus on giving.
Celebration, boredom, style... yearning for
Differences that meet at the root of things.

What comes naturally in every case - Life.
I sense somehow; could be wrong, but?

The kittens and I sit among boxes
And an odd mix of furniture.
Walls with rich colors
And high tidal Monet-flavorings out the back.

I believe this clip is meant to be called, 'depth of field,' but I could be wrong.
Our depth of field - or swamp - or tidal creek -
Goes either
Down like quicksand
Or out back until the houses are miniaturized
When the leaves finally come off the trees late in the year,
I suppose.
It's far. Nice.

Enjoy the pretty lights if you like. It's a brief clip. Seemed appropriate for the hazy mind day. Oops - checked today and it's gone; have to go hunting for another one that fits the bill. Oh - will this shorty pants do?

Well, Cinamminson, we shall learn your ways.
"Sweet Water" indeed.

The movers were so sweet, and everything went more smoothly - I think  -
Than I ever could have imaged.

Tonight as I depart for the land of Sleep
I am happy
Content
In the moment
Silly
Focused on the goal.

Tis my goal to be that more of the time.

I think it's in part because I can feel the love and support
Of friends and family whose
Hearts are one with mine on this day
And always...
Unless I temporarily forget.

Beautiful conversations made the day even after big transitions.

It started as a rawking day, so I'm going out on one...
Not to sleep without a little struggle
But not much of a fight
What a gift!

Hope you are all feeling good and pleased with your life.
At the very least - RIGHT NOW.

Tomorrow, I will try to write more, as I always always feel.
Namaste.

2 x "Lightning Over the Sea" by Panoramic Images

On the frontier,
It looks like those oily waves that cling to boiling ground and sky.
It looks like it might be one thing and
It might be another.

Right now,
Life looks ahead.
With a sense of humor.

I love days like this - heck
I'll take brief minutes of the stuff...

Out on the frontier
They play diaphonous strains of guitar, voice, harmonica, maybe fiddle.

I remember driving down deserted way-back roads

In the Forest

With my headlights off
Blasting Smashing Pumpkins on the car speakers
Windows open.

Lightning
Stars as bright as saucers
Velvet in the darkness
Like a presence of
Invisible nighttime rainbows in the
One densely populated rainbow field.

On to the next place...
In my memory
Olympia to Seattle on I-5

Where the rainbow comes into the car
As I drive through.
Green on the steering wheel
Scintillating, irridescent mist of color

It's a rawking morning wakefulness
Revving up for the day... 2 hours until we
Leave... poof - and lots of things are different
All of a sudden

I don't know that country yet.
But it should be interesting

IF I need some cheering...
And I remember to play it,
This one from Wilco and Billy Bragg
Never fails, like some others.
Good to have tools in your kit,
I've found.

The day's only a couple of hours old for me,
But I already feel something
Momentous and so much to
Look forward to.

Here's to you!

(My Disclaimer: No intention of preaching anything; I just like the song.... and the strumming on the ol' guitar)

I found this just a relaxing bout of people watching
With some droning accompaniment
It's nice to see people happy
Or peaceful and calm
Sorry about the finger in the elevator, I think it was.
Not my intent, but I liked the rest.

New York to Kansas to New York to Kansas to....

Location: New York
Music: 3 by Baby Birds Don't Drink Milk -- a band from my (me: hers, actually) home state of Kansas
myspace.com/babybirdsdontdrinkmilk