Friday, July 27, 2012

subterranean Alaska blues

                   

Enough with the cute kittens already!  (but I can't help it!)  I want a hat like that to play blues gigs. 





                                                                    STEEPLEJACK

                                          streams screaming people
                                          through me, my bones,
                                          nimble steeplejack bounding amidst poised
                                          crystalline pinnacles,
                                          swinging by rope, my celestial thread,
                                          I play out my web
                                          so I will only net myself when I
                                          reach a too pin-pointed peak, and it
                                          snaps like sugar crystal

                                          dreaming from windows
                                          driven to walk out doors to
                                          grey clearings, lined at dusk with
                                          jagged forests dissolving into cities,
                                          stopping now and talking with her
                                          or him sharing something then
                                          parting for new associations forming patterns of ties
                                          with others, incomplete too

                                          breaking off congealed
                                          networks of friendships and habits letting
                                          them float away
                                          maybe passing them later and
                                          waving briefly
                                          but engaged always in securing
                                          the ropes to new flotillas
                                          of ephemeral goings on and knowing that I
                                          am going on too

                                          keeping my vision
                                          as a vise, tightening
                                          on the distant pour of light
                                          from my yawning horizon,
                                          previews of tomorrow which
                                          are someone's memories

                                          so continue searching down the corridor
                                          to the room with the face,
                                          to the door to the roof,
                                          to the afternoon sky.

                                          and Death dancing
                                          always dandying about.

                                          there may be nothing to souls but
                                          invisibly fine silk thread
                                          endlessly spinning spinning
                                          the tales of forever




. . . now for something REALLY interesting:

       GIANT UNDERGROUND PYRAMID IN ALASKA?

Did anyone hear last night's Coast to Coast AM broadcast report by Linda Moulton Howe that told of an underground pyramid discovery in Alaska?  It was discovered through seismic readings at the time of the Chinese underground nuclear test in 1992.  The report was broadcast on local TV in Alaska then story was subsequently denied and suppressed and all tapes disappeared.  The pyramid was supposed to be many times larger than the great pyramid of Cheops in Giza, Egypt!

 -- FROM:    http://www.coasttocoastam.com/show/2012/07/26

"In a two-part report, Linda interviewed retired U. S. Army counterintelligence Warrant Officer Douglas Mutschler who'd been puzzled by a USGS map in his intell work that had a large whited out area between Mt. McKinley and Nome, Alaska. Then, on an evening in November 1992 on Channel 13 in Anchorage, Alaska, he and 39 others in his unit were in a Ft. Richardson cafeteria when they all watched a news program about the discovery of a very large pyramidal structure underground between Mt. McKinley and Nome, Alaska, that was discovered when geologists studied crust images during the May 22, 1992, large underground nuclear detonation in China. After the newscast, Mutschler went to the Channel 13 TV news station to get a dub of the report and was told by the General Manager that no such broadcast had occurred. He knew that was not the truth and when he was leaving the station, a TV technician approached him and said privately that the underground pyramid in Alaska story had aired, but afterward someone ordered the story erased. Later, when he sought out information on the topic at a classified archive in Fort Meade, two men showed up and told him to leave the subject alone."

Linda Moulton Howe is amazing as a long-time journalist investigating strange anomalies on our planet!  Her website:  www.earthfiles.com 





                                                        

          
                                                      a soft place in my imagination


                                                                 PROCRASTINATION

                                                       waking, grinding thoughts,
                                                       must do, must be, can’t delay,
                                                       money to earn, time to burn,
                                                       grudging, churning my way through
                                                       awful twisting turmoils boiling within,
                                                       and always the yearning undertow
                                                       of unanswered desire pulling me down

                                                       why can’t I say no,
                                                       wave my magic wand of intent
                                                       and cast it all away?
                                                       where’s that little child I used to be
                                                       whose life unfolded like
                                                       a rolling mountain stream?
                                                     

                                                       I didn’t care then,
                                                       when I was little

                                                       not when carefree wisdom
                                                       blew through my thoughts
                                                       like bright winds of easy whimsy,
                                                       and I carelessly tossed aside
                                                       the great and small
                                                       and poured myself into
                                                       the trance of play
                                                       and put it all off
                                                       till another day


Friday, July 6, 2012

Just a Moment



            Me and Billy Hillerman were twenty years old in the summer of 1984, and had the world by the ass.  It was typical that we dropped mescaline one Saturday evening in July.  We sat around waiting for the signs that it was kicking in, but after a few minutes we couldn't stand the confines of the apartment any longer . . .


-- the opening of This Moment Is My Home my new novel . . . 








I play with my camera and mirrors



THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT:

            







some haiku:


                                                                                                                     this
this moment now is
                       a comingling sacred kiss
                                      of infinities



                       the magic wander,
                         yonder imagination,
                    river of stories
 
 
                                         I would tell if I
                            could, or would if there were words,
                                     but words are foggy


              






                 


Panda cubs on a slide!

           







What would you say to authoritarian forces of greed and control? 




Sunday, July 1, 2012

Limitless Love



this is unconditional love


  New Haiku      

                                                                                                           
                         above, waiting sky
                 immeasurable love here
                       filling the quiet

                                                                             



         breath coming, going,
mind shifting like clouds drifting,
    galaxy turning



                                          select the phrases, 
                                      serendipitously come
                                                           upon a haiku


                              hope you read my book
                                 it’s to grok and delight in 
                           maybe blow your mind




                                                                               Comfy?
                            

 

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This is Picacho Peak.


This is me sitting on top of Picacho Peak.