one thing today

  … just yesterday my feel got thinking its great  to still be not gone and do what I do do And not think my tv doesn’t like me  And lets me enjoy the genius and think about when he was young  and had to have people get girls off his car When now its time to turn white While songs I’ve taken in life  tell me again of trouble and prison and moon shingles and jangles and salt spray  as we move our bodies and sway Taking youth for granted and old age as dream While people sit in rooms and wait for what’s next  Listening to lonesome stranded sisters  and seeing thru see thru blouses and offers from natures and wait watchers and doing imitations of him  sans intimidations and attitudes like  first is first and second is nothing  nothing's happening everything’s happening  snow and guns and zeitgeist philosophers still   and tears and quiet and new songs,  dreams in and on and then some.  It was Diane Keaton day on TCM...

  One kiss, one man to save it for One love for him alone One word, one vow and nothing more To tell him I'm his own One magic night within his arms With passion flower unfold But I will try to love only one man And no other man in the world 

  Song of My City is 2025 17-minute "ode" to 1970s New York City. It features iconic imagery from classic films like  Taxi Driver  and  The Warriors , set to music by the Velvet Underground and Philip Glass.

Bringing Back the Dead … 1999 … never even heard of it. Nobody does off center city curly swirl fryndies like Scorsese … nick cage w/those eyes, ving r, Rosanna A, gone Sizemore … fab no name characters actors who deserve names … horses and whores and smelly men. Overnight central one minute out. Don’t make em like this that now. Shish kebab shenanigans and  Senagalian ragheads. That’s gotta hurt. Better bring it all. Do. Does. Things have changed. O looka that and what I can do call I live in the land of the free and home of the brave I think

  The poet Hart Crane created his private lexicon of ecstatic apprehension, a witchy alchemy of sound and signifier both seductive and frustrating. a language somehow teasingly just short of yielding itself up, supremely intelligent but shy of complete intelligibility, a kind of crystalline transparency.                                                                                                                              - Ron Rosenblum

  I’m trying to find a play of mine in my Mac … from 2014 … rent a beatnik, maybe my fav thing I’ve written and lo and behold the doc won’t open up … a “temporary error” message that seems very permanent.  I am currently on hold with Apple support … hoping they can help me with the matter. It’s my fault … being careless and lazy about protecting/securing my work … but it raises questions about loss.  There seems to be so much of it lately …. in machines, on mountain sides and streets, in peoples minds about things leaving and uncertainty and cruel, self serving only leaders. It’s a thing at this time worth exploring. I imagine if I had no home, no family, no memory … what or who or where would I be. And so much time passing and less to come and … what we need versus what we want or have. Writin’ in circles here which maybe is part of the thing. What is the thing?