Light has no direction pushes depth into dimension exposing perception to perfect experience of sensations.
Mind moving through Space and Time is Consciousness. Coordinate Mind and Body to create one whole Human Being. The Human Being is the only animal that can leave the Earth out of its own free will.
Time is unique to every body and we are surrounded by clocks contained in the child, the elderly Insects, fish and birds Your self and a car, to the earth you stand on- Running on its own course, Time is a rampant overlay of paths that have no direction like light which passes through all empty space and sits swirling in dust counting the minute moments of one uniquely contained whole part.
Peace me together, lovely world I see places where airplanes are ships sailing with swimming birds at its side. We're on the bottom of the ocean side staring up swimming through air.
Practice is the perception because impermanence is immortal. By developing patience with our hurried minds we can all create timeless productivity without loss of identity and gain true perceptions of the sensation of having a Mind and Body.
Spring's here so let's get together and send a celebratory revolution against the establishment with three fantastic acts! Come eat and dance the night away! There will be a pot luck before the show and then The Last Internationale, holy!holy!holy! and Rebel Diaz on a rooftop if the weather provides it, if not the show will be held indoors.
Holy!holy!holy! features Michael Molotov Franklin a very good friend of the arts and myself. He's been featured on The Buffalo Poets podcast and is an accomplished painter and performer. His inclusion of his life to his art creates an indestructible vision of beauty and determination. He's taken the band on a tour through the country on a bus- his family included! Holy!holy!holy! will also play The NYC Anarchist Book Fair at The Living Theatre in April so be sure to check them out- they've got a real good hammer to the floor sound coming off them: www.myspace.com/holyholyholysound or www.holyholyholysound.blogspot.com ------
Saturday March 28 Brooklyn Rooftop All City Dance Off The Pig!!!
Featuring: The Last Internationale holy!holy!holy! and Rebel Diaz Arts Collective
59 Jefferson St., Brooklyn, New York 11206 Cost: Donate
Potluck at 6 Show Starts at 8!!!
No one turned away for lack of funds! Please bring books to donate to books to prisoners!
Aside from screaming Money for hours at a time in the evening I've been alone. It's strange to see myself now, a native NYer talking to people outside of the city more than actual friends. I don't hang out with anyone and no one calls me, I rarely call because I don't want to go clamoring for friendship and attention, but really- no one. ever. calls. I go out alone and come home to people I wish I were removed from. No one understands just how terrible this existence of mine is- I've gone through so many stages dealing with this feeling that I am just angry and determined to live my own life at any cost regardless of who gets in my way or tries to stop me. I would rather die than continue this life and no one... knows or isn't close enough to console or understand. There's a very big reason I left this city years ago without telling anyone and no one understands what I was trying to get away from. I wrecked just about every chance to have love or some stable life and now I'm back in this city back to being destitute and solemn. Some days I go through and don't talk to anyone at all. I live inside my head and I hate it. I'm suffering for someone's mistake, I've given so much and yet I've been treated as a child, taken for granted. Every day I wish I could get away, but I have no where to go and no one to go to. The whole world is mine and I'm too afraid to kill my life for a new one. I like money too fucking much to quit my job. I have too much ambition to die and I feel like a coward for not living enough. Both Buddhism and space exploration demand acceptance of being in a state of solitude and I feel like I'm not brave enough to undertake either of them.
Seriously fighting everyone in my house. With Art. I've been pushed so far that rational defense would be passive and so I do what any rational person who is being punished does- they naturally sing
My song:
The best things in life are free But you can keep 'em for the birds and bees Now give me money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah That's what I want
Your lovin' gives me a thrill But your lovin' don't pay my bills Now give me money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah That's what I want
Money don't get everything, it's true What it don't get, I can't use Now give me money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah That's what I want
Money don't get everything, it's true What it don't get, I can't use Now give me money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah That's what I want
Well, now give me money (that's what I want) A lot of money (that's what I want) Whoa, yeah, I wanna be free (that's what I want) Whoa, a lot of money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah That's what I want
Well, now give me money (that's what I want) A lot of money (that's what I want) Whoa, yeah, you owe me money (that's what I want) Oh, now give me money (that's what I want) That's what I want (that's what I want), yeah That's what I want.
Because I'm nursing two dollars through the week while you drive around in your car. Because I pay for everything I have and all I've gotten are terrible questions about money and drug offerings. Because I love you so much I hate you more than I thought I ever would. I'm going to win. Without you.
Winter is receding and the freshness of Spring is rising and transforming things. My frustration in the city grows more with every shifting dynamic, I feel like my life is a puzzle with multiple solutions and none are right except how they are solved. Yesterday I walked from Canal St to Union Square photographing graffiti. It was the first hint at a warm day and everyone was out. The tiny Soho streets crammed with cars, kids, girls, street vendors and me- half invisible, a physical shadow pointing a measurement tool at an object, gathering results and walking off. I spoke to no physical person at all and this makes me so sick I hate it. Solitude or Loneliness- which is it that I would prefer? Are they the same? I feel like I can't control it and I find myself in these states after it's too late. I'm awake in the middle of the night wondering when I'd get so old, wondering if I'm killing myself with a slow, driving method of questioning my characteristics in relation to anyone I've loved or wanted to know. New York is suffocating. It chides and rides the backs of the mistaken, twisting their views into something right, but ever reward I see I retract my vote. Nothing here seems to be worth anything to me and I continue to just wonder how long with all this? What will break first- the city or me?
Your result for The LONG Scientific Personality Test...
INTJ -The Mastermind
You are more introverted than extroverted. You are more intuitive than observant, you are more thinking based than feeling based, and you prefer to have a plan rather than leaving things to chance. Your type is best described by the word "mastermind", which belongs to the larger group called rationals. Only 1% of the population shares your type. You are very strong willed and self-confident. You can hardly rest until you have things settled. You will only adopt ideas and rules if they make sense. You are a great brainstormer and often come up with creative solutions to difficult problems. You are open to new concepts, and often actively seek them out.
As a romantic partner, you can be both fascinating yet demanding. You are not apt to express your emotions, leaving your partner wondering where they are with you. You strongly dislike repeating yourself or listening to the disorganized process of sorting through emotional conflicts. You see your own commitments as self-evident and don't see why you need to repeat something already expressed. You have the most difficulty in admitting your vulnerabilities. You feel the most appreciated when your partner admires the quality of your innovations and when they listen respectfully to your ideas and advice. You need plenty of quiet to explore your interests to the depth that gives you satisfaction.
+Japanese Traditional Music- Gagaku- Buddhist Chant by Kokusai Bunka Shinkokai, 1941 +Dharma/Warriors by Henry Flint & C.C. Hennix +Fly Girls! Beware Revenge of The Super Female Rappers +Stand by Sly and The Family Stone +Funkadelic +The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars +Mal Hombre, Lydia Medoza +Paul's Boutique +Spirit of Apollo by N.A.S.A. +John Lee Hooker +Reachin' (A new Refutation of Time and Space) by Digable Planets +Acid Mothers Temple +Choubi Choubi! Folk & Pop Sounds from Iraq +The Cramps +Cold Sun by Dark Shadows +Songs From A Room by Leonard Cohen +The Soul of Spanish Harlem
A burning intent cuts through my path I'm stepping on a timeless scar Tracing the past of a wonderful and familiar form Back into its jaw bone Living in a rattling tooth Something to just say that kills time when decay turns dust to air
Even if I die I think I ought to go and try Living on two legs alive in the eyes My body is burning with a vision moving, living inside my mind
Time is timeless naked to itself We’re just contained in it being digested by the cosmos I love you and it’s fine even if I’m alone with all this time Keeping a wish under my tongue waiting to become released
Born into the air and eaten by vibrating ears, dissected by endearing minds and kept within a dream because I couldn’t be the only one
I've upgraded my computer and I've started to write again. I'm clogged with heart ache and the sad realization that it is real, but then again that is the story of this journal is it not? This weekend was The Buffalo Readings seven year anniversary, I feel old and tired. I'm not satisfied on any end of my life and this has left me in various positions of melancholic and passionate states of being. I'm a scattered mess of emotions.
