A Mental Spontaneous Process
Here are some old writing bought to you by Old friends of mine: Nomadic Sage, Satori, Pi Oh Pah & others. Rambling thoughts, at random moments. If you found your way here. Keep in mind. Nothing is keeping you from moving on. Keep an eye for more new writing, thoughts or just go outside & live. Times a wasting, Enjoy & Keep an Open Mind,(whatever that means to you).
To answer the burning question propose to us by the infamous Phour Twenty (4:20):
Physical State or Metaphysical Mind?
We begin a literary journey through the madcap mind of one of your favorite Wandering Minds. We start today with this simple but affective section of Jack Kerouac’s.
Jazz and bop, in the sense of a, say tenor man drawing a breath and blowing a phrase on his saxophone, till he runs out of breath, and when he does, his sentence, his statement’s been made… [T]hat’s how I therefore separate my sentences, as breath separations of the mind… I formulated the theory of breath as measure, in prose and verse, never mind what Olson, Charles Olson says, I formulated that theory in 1953 at the request of Burroughs and Ginsberg. Then there’s the raciness and freedom and humor of jazz.
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MEMORANDUM
To: Phour Twenty (4:20)
From: Phour:20
Re: Friday’s edition of the mentally insane issue:
Physical State or Metaphysical Mind?
[Vol.4 Issue 20] Coming to a fax machine near you.
Get it while you still can.
As Norman Mailer, The White Negro, said “It is impossible to conceive a new philosophy until one creates a new language.”
In the passing of time, searching for circular phenomenon, I have come across the dairies of the Greatest Guru of Travel himself (JK). I come back full circle to where I began. I will treat you to a special excerpt. Phour:20
‘I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent roadeyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream— grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they can be buried in those awful cemetery cities beyond Long Island City.'[On the Road]
Some can accept this and go on, others can not. In my search for that gentle soul, Humbolt Kind, I release my mind to him and his new discoveries with full exceptence of the consequences. Are we all mad or just sane enough to go on? What about this dirty little part of the city? We got to get out of this place. There is a better life for me and you. Phour:20
‘I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes, Awww!'[OTR]
‘I can’t save a dollar—ain’t worth a cent —but she’d never holler — she’d live in a tent — I got a woman — crazy for me — she’s funny that away.’ Jack K.
Love this love & I will fade away!
Says Lil Ducky
Salida
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“The past no longer exists & the future doesn’t exist yet. Live in the present & enjoy it. Enjoy every moment because you don’t know what will happen next.”
Had to go to Dallas. Flat. Boring. I’m back with less wisdom but more bullshit under my sandals.
The mental break didn’t help any. But are they really suppose to? All that happened is—I got more shit to think about. It’s the Season to be HAPPY. Then why am I disturb? Am I anything other than normal? Sometimes people have to label their problems. Why label them? Does it help to solve them by giving them an identity. I have multiple identities. They all SUCK. If they didn’t– I would be a HAPPY person, right?
Wrong.
There’s nothing wrong with me it’s the other people who are screwed up. Pass the buck.
Back with more dialog later. Too much to release right now.
For all those who my opening quote applys to. Try to forget the past and try not to think too much about what the future may bring. You may not like drumming up old memories (painful/happiness). Those, who the future is so bright you got to wear shades. Don’t drop dead before you get there. First make sure you have your shades for the here and now, it could be CLOUDY later.
See you soon. I hope. Nothing is for certain but Death. And we are currently trying hard to cheat at that too.
Ode to an Editor–
I started the New Year in the same if not an even darker hole than the previous. You make your new years’ resolutions every year just to end up breaking them. Kudos to those of you who holdout through yours. I myself don’t make any. I don’t cheat myself that way. Capricorn, Stubborn by nature. Ended 98 in Death, Survived 99, Began 00 in Death. Found out today of the death of a Dear friend of mine, T.B., Editor of The Villager.
Tools of the trade.
Who: What: Where: & Why:
Xeplain yourswelf to others
think not gove opinion
Or state factr
Xepress meanings
Written lines of text mean nothing to you.
Filter through the writings of others finding mean
Where someone would find none.
Critical words.
Enemies made–
Friends lost
Words taken the wrong way.
Find peace between the lines.
It’s News fit to Print
Salaam Aleikum – Peace be with you
Ps. For those who think I think too much about death. It happens. Live with it. It out lives us all. The one constant besides taxes in america.
Rare Appearance
Well,what can I say?I’m back.Got lost in mental revelations.When I start thinking & wondering,it’s like a snowball rolling down hill gathering momentum,I’m lost in a multitude of confusing thoughts,ideas & specs.Takes a while for me to weed through the garbage.I’m still weeding.
Back to the basics: Seven suits Seven days One color.
Some thoughts from Einstein:
“If A equals success, then the formula is: A=X+Y+Z. X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.”
“Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value.”
“Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.”
“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”
Before I continue rambling to you. I thought I would try to give you a picture of myself. As I stated in ‘Nothing Special’––“I am a common man w/ common thoughts. I’ve tried to led a common life. There are no streets, buildings, not even a dark hole in the ground dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but …”
I currently standwalktalksitsleepwasheatvomitthinksweardressfart…(you get the picture) like you. My looks.. well some might call me haggard at times. Well kept at others. It all depends on who you talk to. My mom, yeah I have one too, she at time disagrees with me but that what moms are for. Back to the topic. Height:Tall to some. Short to others. Depending on the situation I could be the right height. Sometimes I need a step stool. I can jumprunswimdiveskip (you get the picture). Weight – Never right what you say.As for other charactertics I could go on but I hope you got the PICTURE. (Hey stupid I’m You, You could be Me) Except that I’ll always be a little crazier than you or is you who is crazier?
I really had nothing to say. Funny how nothing always(sometimes) turns into something. Usually trouble in my case.
Watched the Robert Nesta Marley One Love Special this weekend. Much Love. Respect to all the Masses. Some words to take you home tonight.
RASTAMAN CHANT
I hear the words of the rasta man say
Babylon your throne gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down
Said, I hear the words of the higher man say
Babylon your throne gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down
And I hear the angel with the seven seals
Babylon your throne’s gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down
I say fly away home to zion, fly away home
I say fly away to zion, fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
One brlght morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
I say fly away home to zion, fly away home
I say fly away to zion, fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
Hon. Robert Nesta Marley
Feb 6, ’45 – May 11, ‘81
Lonesome Travels
Rudely Awaken
8:00 am Sunday
Skip shower just get out.
Bike t Underground
Sub to Grand Central
Train to WP.
Breakfast in park
Bike ride up Route 22.
DAM
Stop LOOK
Quiet
resume
HILL
Stop
Talk–cute girl behind counter
Gone to FAR– 4 miles Armonk 3 mile away
Must turn back
down
Left onto Route 120.
Rt onto Nag???gen Rd
Left at Light (Columbia Ave) 3.5 mi
Travel across Tacoma PkWy
Arrival: 1:30pm Section E
LOOK down Emptiness
Lay down to rest.
look UP
SUN CLOUDS RAINBOW across Sky
Close eyes
Found Peace (if it can be found. It didn’t know it was Lost)
Who…..?
HIM ME US THEM
40 miles left
Mount up.
Home calls Rest
Not for the wicked
Down RT100
HARTSDALE SCARSDALES YONKERS RACEWAY BRONX MANHATTAN Fort Greene BROOKLYN
eat shower sleep.
Last Nights Girl
Night calls
I answer
Listen, Interact, Exchange
Get to point
Restless roaming
Streets, Subways Platforms, Elevators
A soft KNOCK
Open Door
Entry––
Is it warm?
Is it permanent?
Or just temporary?
Rhythm
Pinnacle
Descend Slowly
Darken room
Morning Dew
Will I visit again?
Guest Appearance
“Wisdom can only be obtained from the viewpoint of solitude.”
That was told to me by a nut. I have sought to understand the nut but to no avail.
Wisdom can sometimes be found by oneself, but is solitude, to mean that you must be alone or can you find solitude in the middle of rush hour on a crowd subway? We leave the (crazy) city for the (quiet) country. They leave the (peaceful) country for the (big) city. Got time to waste for tomorrow. Where are we going?
I got this from another gentle soul, who by the way can scribble. It lengthy, I could take parts but I think that would destroy his thoughts. If you must print it out, do so and take it with you on your journey, else sit back read and enjoy. I will be back with a teaser I came across back in the 80’s, in a skateboard mag.
Go in peace to that gentle sleep. W the Stilt C.
For all those checking spell and grammar have fun. No edits made.
With no more words from me.
D. Ch.30 Verse 69
Banal symphony( drugs as candy for sedation, discovery, and suppression of
boring sober ritualization)
Give me just five minutes and I’ll show you nothing you don’t know or think
about me already. Remember what John Lennon said, “All we are saying
is…Give Doug a Chance”
In my blue youth, no one could tell me I’d be finding paradise. Never could
buy that deal. These days I walk and laugh off my demise, her discovery was
for both a suprise. Sorry, but I got lost remiscing about all I was
missing….but then again who ever knew she’d taste so good. Pleasant
suprises come in various disguises when the blinders aren’t completely on. I
hated the shadow of gun under my pillow that paranoia placed in the self pity
bender I was on for what seemed like forever. I had scars that came from
unlearned social graces, they stung like salt when I left them opened.
Etiqutte is nothing but a skidmark. I’ve learned a lesson, and now my heart
is not breaking. I’m worthy of much more than hell could offer. The bidding
closed at an all time low, no one else, including me was interested in what
that place offered anymore. My sublet expired like my hate for love.
This flavor I’m speaking of is relevant to all, as I’ve said before we never
completely grow up, cause we still smell our fingers and taste our upper lips
the very next day. Despite the strenuous workout from the night before, he
woke up ready to go again. He’s got a mind of his own, and he’s getting back
in shape slower than realization but faster than constipation. What a
discovery at what money can’t buy. I’ve got nothing up my sleeve that she
won’t bury me with after I show my hand. She aces, the cat’s peejays.
Righteousness is debateable as far as I’m concerned, but then again so is
everything else that can be divulged or discussed from a discovery. My heart
feels like the promised land today, I’d be a moron to let the invasion of
doubt, cynicsim and anger to set foot on my property lines. The invisible
boundaries are marked by and with a stength that the freedom of faith brings.
Imagine how silly it would be to try and break down an invisible wall that
can’t be penetrated. The effort is as much of a waste of time as coining
phrases that orignality refuses to administer. It’s not that tough, just keep
your head and not your nose in the clouds, and off and away from the mirrors.
Esta is la mejor mota…comprende? Dirty laundry should never be aired in
public, but I know you all don’t judge me by the size of my skidmarks. Beauty
is only skin deep on the third Friday of every month. The things that give
one a sense of humor help your hair grow naturally despite protests from the
Senate. Fueled by Americas ever growing taste for the envy of every
neighborhood degenerate, clandestine efforts that love our new home thanked
salvation in the eye of the storm. Trouble shooting sometimes happens when
you’ve exhasuted it. I lost face the other day by the bus stop in the driving
rain that was like redemption in a regretful panic. Don’t kill me for self
indulgence, just rejoice in the fact that I’m trying the best I can. I hope
you all are too.
Window watching,
D
Followers
In time, I’ll learn a million ways to insure obedience, but in the end, it’s a rare man who wants to go first into the unknown. I was a rare child turn man turn old man. Dust!
Life Cycle.
Lead or Follow
Survival of the Insane
Big Bam
Darwin
Newton
Conscious
I hate to bitch but,
I’m going to another world.
Although of my dislike for french
I was once known as “le passaut”
{he who passes through}
I’m space
Time…..
Body–
I’m alone
I’m sick
I’m dying
Give me your hand
Safe place?
Is it really?
Be kind, gentle, smile
I’m too tired now
For anythingelse
I had everything
Quit
Give up
I want to go (BK)
Subway ride
Take me home
Solitude
No hope, no hope
Wake up
I’ll give a dollar to wake in my bed.
Chaos
What is the meaning of the void? Your answer….
….perfect silence.
You knew the answer. The ‘silence’ that was created by your thoughts as you pondered the question was enough to get my point across, I hope. Next time someone states or asks you the outrageous. Stop.
I’ve been traveling a twisted road of late. This path has led me to a crossroad of some chaotic nature. In an altered state of wandering without thought or reason till I step in it. What did I step in? Chaos.
The natural world has a chaotic way about it.
Chaotic systems appear to be random, even disorderly. But they are not, beneath all the random behavior is a peaceful sense of order and pattern. Truly random systems are not chaotic, there seems to be a method to the madness.
In trying to led a solitary existence one must seek inner peace. Step out & SLAM. Reality kicks. You react. Is it the proper reaction?
As Sir Isaac Newton said in his Third Law of Physics: For every action, there is a corresponding reaction which is equal in magnitude and opposite in direction.
I say “But what swings one way, must always swing the other. What one regrets, one must later accept– if one is to remain in balance.”
Balance, Balance. Who wants balance. Give me Chaos.
In the world of order, CHAOS RULES!
In closing arguments: I will try to stay off the fence. Play on a fence & you will eventfully fall off.