Back to the first days I heard Mingus and Sonny and read the beats after reading the French, and even before I heard the sounds of the up all night oh yeah man, this is going down and we're going to make it happen days; back to those back then days and nights,… Continue reading Bunny aint no kind of rider*
Author: Andrew H. K.
A human being who is a writer/spaceship captain of The Jolly Rebel from The MilkyWay Galaxy.
POETRY IS DEAD!!…or is it? NO. DEAD!!
Click On Picture for full story: Just write your damn words already people. I like poets but man, only poets would get into this kind of debate, ha : " The bearer of this sad news was a Mr. Nathan Thompson, who like me is a poet."
Who knows?
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?
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
