Thursday, November 8

Wild Dreams of a New Beginning

Wild Dreams of a New Beginning

There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
Lost Alexandria still burns
in a billion lightbulbs
Lives cross lives
idling at stoplights
Beyond the cloverleaf turnoffs
'Souls eat souls in the general emptiness'
A piano concerto comes out a kitchen window
A yogi speaks at Ojai
'It's all taking pace in one mind'
On the lawn among the trees
lovers are listening
for the master to tell them they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There's a deathless hush
on the freeway tonight
as a Pacific tidal wave a mile high
sweeps in
Los Angeles breathes its last gas
and sinks into the sea like the Titanic all lights lit
Nine minutes later Willa Cather's Nebraska
sinks with it
The sea comes over in Utah
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra onstage in Omaha
keeps on playing Handel's Water Music
Horns fill with water
ans bass players float away on their instruments
clutching them like lovers horizontal
Chicago's Loop becomes a rollercoaster
Skyscrapers filled like water glasses
Great Lakes mixed with Buddhist brine
Great Books watered down in Evanston
Milwaukee beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve of Buffalo suddenly become salt
Manhatten Island swept clean in sixteen seconds
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
as the great wave sweeps on Eastward
to wash away over-age Camembert Europe
manhatta steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
in empty eternity
as the Hudson retakes its thickets
and Indians reclaim their canoes

~Lawrence Ferlinghetti~

angelheaded hipster?

the lonely girl with many friends,
dreamt of a world filled with smokey coffee shops,
jazz cats reading poetry,
bohemian mecca.

And one night,
after breathing in some sweet dank,
her lungs exploding with the thickness of the smoke,
she caught eyes with another loner hipster,
sealing the moment forever in her mind,
smoky, hazy, tribal.

Fascinated by the rain, entranced by the beat and the pounding against the windows, roof,

She would write poetry, to be shared with no other.
She would read all the greats. She would go to college,
hate the structured scheduled life and stop going to class, bored.

Art and jazz and coffee houses would be her teachers.
She would scribble furiously, energized by caffeine and creativity,
searching for her god, her inspiration, her meaning. Fueled by jazz. Scrambled.

wanderlust engulfing her, pulsing through her veins. the desire to see, to find her place. search for the dharma. enlightenment.

Heady reds made her head fuzzy, her thoughts dance. Odd jobs would pay for her home, a refuge for other likeminded souls, where until the dim lights of dawn touched the corners of the black night, they would conversate kerouac, ginsberg, burroughs, hesse, rand, blake...the dreamers, the hipsters, the brilliant.

oh she ached deep in her soul. walls filled with hastily penned odes, laments and lost dreams.
meaning so close, almost within her grasp. sketches from friends. lovers who touched her deeply, spiritually. aching for this world.

existance on a higher plane. drugs. tribal heady beats was her bloodflow. mesmorized by the junkies, faded, stooped, quiet, almost dead.

walking dark streets, fearless, or maybe not, scared she would never find her place, her love. her home. for that is the longing of every person.

fallen angel. entranced by bass,
the promise of mysterious...

Wednesday, November 7

some blissful things...

You know those days when your head is pounding, your throat is sore and you ache everywhere and all you can do is promise yourself that when you feel normal again,
that you will make damn sure to appreciate it???

well its been one of those days...

to divert my thoughts to some more pleasant things...

really, hands down the greatest when you're fighting a its yummy!!!

miracle for us curly knotty haired chicas

wary meyers turquoise

Ive been dying for a pendant lamp and now theres a wall decal???? blisssssssinducing

memories of halloween at the beach...

also memories of cold sand squishing between my toes

New SF art for when I move into Pauls...3 months and counting!!!

have i mentioned?

that I LOVE this man???

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)

i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

~ ee cummings ~ autumn is completely upon us here in the east coast...

right now a homemade soup composed of organic chicken and fresh fall veggies is bubbling on the stove...

sick, sniffly, chugging emergen-c and xxx vitamin water, trying to fend off the impending cold...refusing to turn on the heat, instead grateful for nights when a few extra fuzzy blankets is all you need...

Definately the ideal time for a leisurely hike, enveloped in solitude. Nubby sweater, expensive cableknit which I scored for $10 (originally tagged at $398) last summer...well worn uggs which purchased in the height of the madness which still serve my feet well...come out of the closet. The longing to capture on film the changing leaves, flames bursting in reds, maroons, purples and gold, engulfing the trees...the brief moment, a tiny pause in breath, before they tumble to the ground...and we are left with only the promise of darkness and winter...

Mmmm...nothing makes me happier than fall...