Right? Who knows? Anything? And if they do… Will they please come forward and tell me what they know? Because well… I Tried, to ask, and Only… Silence. Nothing waits for you, and this, the now, the now is, it's now, here, now, gone.. The present of this now is in your hands, and of… Continue reading Who knows?
Month: February 2013
EVERYTHING
Higher lower higher guitar banjo drum beat kick bass drum high hat low bass tone. Two three four now and this, and here, oh man they’re all coming together, some kind of gypsy music, and I'm there, were all here, and the music , the same music as back then, the band, the same band,… Continue reading EVERYTHING
Three Books #1
Lyrical and Critical Essays’, Albert Camus Air Conditioned Nightmare, Henry Miller Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 CAMUS
A man and his brother, a poet; a note
(I found this scribbled in my backpack on a note. I don't remember who wrote it or if i got it exactly right. I'm going to the library later today and I will look it up. I wanted to share this right now because as I wake up for a new day it was (I think) what I… Continue reading A man and his brother, a poet; a note
Adventures In American Writing 