momentary song

I guess it was during that wind storm back in 76 that I became a fan of wind. Not because of its destructive power, but because of the sounds it makes as it echoes through each corner and corridor as far as my ear can hear. It was like a symphony that day. From then on I believed I could hear music coming from other times and places sounding the passions of different people with tormented faces.
Music in wind.... and silence, make the parallels in life seem tollerable. Both offer a transition into another frame. This momentary frame brings joy and heartache. Both of these things are parallels running in the same direction. They are unified in our sporadic walk through our time and place. It is the wind that sings the momentary song.

the trap and the opportunity

Many people want success..... and money. They want these things while searching for a job working for someone else. Unless you are armed with a stunning education or know somebody, you will never be a success; not like you imagine for yourself. The ways of sustaining yourself until you feel an opportunity has presented itself can be habit forming and difficult to break away from. This is the trap and the opportunity to fall in line with everyone else who gave up because they forgot about condom use, boozing while horny, etc.
Success has little to do with money and security. Those things are nice if you plan on being comfortable in your discontent. It has nothing to do with raising a family; anyone can shout and bitch and moan and groan at their kids while showing affection in public. No, success is a man eating when he is hungry. It is a man earning while working and feeling good about what he is doing. It is a man living in a manner that suits him and that he can live with on the inside parts. Most important, success is someone who feels OK about the separation between what is actually true and what is imaginary. Then again, society is like an imaginary pinball machine with wings. That being the case, success then is nothing more than a recorded high score only to be beaten by some snot nosed, punk ass kid. LLc 98.2

another's life

There is no pride in living a life for the shine in the eyes of another. If you want to be a good example for kids, for example, show them what it is like to follow your instincts and act with presence of mind. Teach them how to be respectful, thoughtful and kind. Teach them to follow their minds eyes and allow the symbolic gestures of the natural world to show them the way; the way to silence where the archives live and breathe stacked tall enough for more than the eternal glance. In those pages lie more than words. Inside the archives lies the love of many people who are no longer with us. Few of them lived the life of another. LLc 98.2

music our own

Music has everything in it. Music leads the images we see. If there was no music, the influence would be much less. As it stands now, music and image are at the forefront of our consciousness; it has to be that way. It must be that way because we live in the middle of it all. Look around you and see. Behind every ad and every show on TV and every movie on the big screen-is music. Through music comes the dreams of many people fulfilled within their own imaginative processes and thoughts. Music drives us into being something we are not.
Those who present the music are presented with the music themselves. Sometimes it comes in pieces, while other times it flows as if from a tap. Other times the music may fall right on their lap. No matter how it occurs, music brings with it the power for us human beings to involve ourselves in the thoughts and dreams of other people; to harmonize with them and feel what they feel in a way words cannot alone convey. LLc 98.2

sea of black

If everything were clear, then there would be no mystery. Once the mysteriousness leaves us; once we forget about imagination and all the fun that comes with it, then we are truely gifted in our capacities. Were this the case, the evidence would be clear in future times that we were truely a transition generation trying on new faces and taking on new and exciting anti-human roles. Our suffering will be clearer once we have all left this sphere of blue in our sea of black. LLc 98.2

fire fuel combustion

"Could I get another scotch and water please, make it two" he said to the sky waitress with a stealy glaze of nervousness all over his face. Flying was never one of his strong suits, but Mr. Jameson knew that if he did not fly this time he would miss the show. He told himself long ago that flying was going to be a problem in the future. Something about being so high in the sky while riding on such a heavy piece of machinery made him feel the need to imbibe somewhat. It used to be beer, but now, and after so many trips to the show, he has been prescribed more effective means of treatment. The beautiful woman returns and says with a perfect smile,"here you go sir, your favorite." He still had three hours to go before landing. The ways he saw it, there would be no landing. Mr. Jameson's idea of landing always consisted of fireballs bursting high in the air with his alcohol laced blood acting as fuel for the fire. LLc 98.2

true cause electric

A friend has no questions for you and will never speak badly about you when you are not around. A friend turns his head at the sight of the same old thing and accepts you for the messed up individual that you are. He will never try and change you because he knows well that change in anyone comes from from the inside parts where real life has its true place. It is where the so called souls resides. You can call it a soul, a feeling, a truth, a being; the true cause electric, whatever. Until a friend resists you, you will not know who your friends are. If you are lucky, you will have one friend when you need him the most. He will not require anything from you then or anytime in the future. He will always and only be concerned with you and your well being. Someone who sees no benefit but to assist is a rare comodity these days. If he makes you smile in the process, then you are a very fortunate human being. LLc 98.2