Posted on January 9, 2016February 12, 2018 When from a long distant past nothing persists, after the people are dead, after things are broken and scattered, still alone, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
Posted on December 18, 2015December 14, 2017 There’s a dark side to each and every human soul. We wish we were Obi-Wan Kenobi, and for the most part we are, but there’s a little Darth Vader in all of us. Thing is, this ain’t no either-or proposition. We’re talking about dialectics, the good and the bad merging into us. You can run but you can’t hide. My experience? Face the darkness. Stare it down. Own it. As brother Nietzsche said, being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol’ dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!
Posted on July 12, 2011December 21, 2017 Now I sit on the porch and watch the lightning-bugs fly, but I can’t see too good, I got tears in my eyes. I’m leaving tomorrow but I don’t wanna go. I love you, my town, you’ll always live in my soul. But I can see the sun’s settin’ fast, and just like they say, nothing good ever lasts. Well, go on, I gotta kiss you goodbye, but I’ll hold to my lover, ’cause my heart’s ’bout to die. Go on now and say goodbye to my town, to my town. I can see the sun has gone down on my town. On my town, goodnight.
Posted on March 11, 2007February 9, 2018 What’s a house? It’s a metaphor, right… for the mind? Isn’t that what’s all about? You’ve got to tear down the old before you build the new. You’ve got to loose your mind before you find it. The universe whacked my house, but it was really whacking my mind. Let go. Give Up. Throw out all those old plans and stick your face in the here and now. Whether this works out, or it doesn’t. I’m a free man.
