STREET JOURNAL 51

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

THE GOOD OLD DAYS NEVER END IF YOU REMEMBER THEM……………………………………

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I`VE GOTTA GET CHIHARU OUTTA STORAGE!!!!
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“Hippies wanna change the world, but all they do is sit around and smoke pot.”
Eric Cartman
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“The tyranny of the majority”
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“everything is ok if you get used to it…”
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“I would like to be able to love my country and still love justice.”
Albert Camus
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TOMORROW COULD BRING ANYTHING
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“He wanders toward the promised land.  That is to say: he moves from one place to another
and dreams continually of stopping.  And because this desire to stop is what haunts him, is
what counts most for him, he does not stop.  He wanders.  That is to say: without the slightest
hope of ever going anywhere.”
Paul Auster
“Pages for Kafka”
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“It`s not the fall that kills you, it`s the sudden stop…”
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I REGRET NOTHING
BUT REGRET ITSELF
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“You worry, you die,
 You don`t worry,
    you die too,
       so why
        worry?”
Venice Beach art within a lightbulb shape on a wall…
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“What I am saying does not mean that there will henceforth be no form in art.  It only means that
there will be a NEW FORM, and that this form will be of such a type that admits the chaos and
does not try to say that the chaos is really something else…to find a form that accommodates the
mess…THAT is the task of the artist now…”
Samuel Beckett
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Reed`s shoe
the dirty doll-baby
an old lamp
photos strewn about recklessly
and a hundred bottles and cans of beer
It`s all still on the roof
of the building next to
the legendary Yucca Estates…
Somebody really ought to clean that roof,
but I`M NOT GONNA DO IT…
There`s a story behind
every piece of trash…
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“Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largeness of the spring.
Not for victory
but for a day`s work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.”
Charles Reznikoff
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“WELL, I AIN`T SAYING I`M INNOCENT,
IN FACT, THE REVERSE,
BUT IF YOU`RE HEADED TO THE GRAVE,
YOU DON`T BLAME THE HEARSE…”
Jack White
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“I have never been perfect,
but I am real…”
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“I am left without an adequate definition of reality.”
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“We must love one another or die.”
W.H. Auden
(WW2 era)
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“What he knows is that his heart is filled with an implacable sense of guilt.
At the same time, he can`t escape the feeling that he is the victim of a
terrible injustice.”
Paul Auster
“Travels in the Scriptorium”
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I HATE IT WHEN REALITY
INTERFERES WITH MY DREAMS
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I fucking HATE malls;
It is a cruel and disgusting
irony that I work in one.
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7/7/07; my 7th table of the day left me a $57.00 tip……HA!!
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Sunday  7/8/07  8:30am  Another skateboarding interlude;
I always love sitting up here on the northern hillside of the Palos Verdes Peninsula, surveying Santa Monica Bay and reflecting upon
the epic journey that I have already made and envisioning the one that I will continue taking in a short while.  When I am up here, all
the troubles of the world seem so remote and unimportant as I listen to the birds and the ocean and the wind in the trees.  But then,
I come back down to earth and remember that I too, am deeply troubled.  All the people down there, living their myriad lives, and I am
down there too, toiling…dreaming…living…raw and real, with all the elation and all the tragedy, the joy and sorrow, the predictable and
the unexpected…it`s all there for us.  There is no accounting for WHY we are here, nor WHERE we are going.  Time passes, we live
our lives, we die.  Things go on and we are swallowed up in the mists of time.  There appears to be no reason for any of this.  It just is.
That is all.  Live, love, enjoy, and try to be nice to everyone.  That is all we can do…….
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Later, about 9:15am, I`m riding down Via Arriba.  I wish I could afford a home up here for Chiharu and I.  Our problems would be solved
with beautiful ambiance.  The only things to worry about would be finding the nearest car wash for my Benzo and how many gardeners to hire…
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yellow birds over blue ocean
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everything ends
everything disappears
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“Blue Dragon” hash is the best I`ve ever smoked, and THAT`S saying A LOT…
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This hash, too, will disappear….
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7/10/07   4th St and Shoreline in Long Beach;  V Bar:  Dave and I …..7:10am;
“COME IN TO GET WELL”
                                                               signs on the wall
“LIFE IS SHORT; DRINK FASTER”
 
a quote from the bartender; “Everyone here seems normal until you get to know them.”
At this time of day, everything seems more surreal and more vivid, burned in one`s memory…
Lost Souls Tavern   “Let`s Be Friends”
Today, we skated from Long Beach to Seal Beach, the border of Orange County, over the San Gabriel River…..
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Every Picture Tells A Story
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YEAH, I MANAGE TO GET 
SOME WORK IN
BETWEEN BEERS…
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LIFE is the ART
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“What goes up
must come down”
(especially great for a skateboarder…)
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IF LIFE GIVES YOU YLEM,
MAKE  YLEMONADE………
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“Get rid of those useless thoughts;
don`t waste energy.”
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“I have not failed, I have found 
10,000 different ways that don`t work.”
 
Thomas Edison
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I`M AN OLD MAN;
YOU CAN`T CHANGE ME…
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YUCCA ESTATES; “a 1930`s building with character, inhabited BY CHARACTERS…”
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Cleared Away
 
around the corner there may be a man
who shop by shop, block by block,
still sees the neighborhood
which was once here.
who, standing in the empty lot, can hear
the vacancies of brick and broken glass
suddenly come to life again,
who feels
the steps materialize beneath his feet
as he ascends the shattered tenement,
which rises with him in the open air–
story by story, out of memory,
filled with the smells of dinners on the stove,
and the soft laughter of
the assembled dead.”
Dana Gioia 7/17/07
(poetry I read on the 217 bus in LA…)
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I wanna SKATEBOARD across America
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217 bus  7/18/07  5:02am
first thing in the fucking morning, the bus driver HEAVES a drunken asshole off the bus.
Oh yeah, it`s gonna be a weird one…
Whenever I make a perfect skateboard run downhill, like that one in San Pedro on Pacific Street from 39th St
to 30th St or so and down to Cabrillo Beach, I know that I`ve gotten a little slice of heaven and the eternal…
From Sunken City to Downtown`s LA River today; two spots in this City that both consist of a certain strange
magic…..like a dirty little urban paradise….
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“Just because you wander in the desert, does not mean there is a promised land.”
Paul Auster
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“MAN HAS NOT ONE AND THE SAME LIFE.  HE HAS MANY LIVES,
PLACED END TO END, AND THAT IS THE CAUSE OF HIS MISERY.”
 
Chauteaubriand
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“If nothing else, the years have taught me this: if there`s a pencil in your pocket,
there`s a good chance that one day you`ll feel tempted to start using it.  As I like
to tell my children, that`s how I became a writer.”
Paul Auster
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“I wanna live with a Cinnamon Girl
I could be happy the rest of my life with a Cinnamon Girl
A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
you see us together
chasing the moonlight
my Cinnamon Girl.”
Neil Young
(exactly what is a “Cinnamon Girl” and where does one find one of them?)
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“I feel happy to be here, and still a little sad to be here too.  Sometimes it`s better to travel than to arrive.”
“Civilizations have varied in the trails they have chosen and we have many different answers to the same
question, all of which can be thought of as true within their own context.”
“The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans.  The present is our only reality.”
Robert Pirsig
“Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”
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7/21/07
Solo ….Saturday night rooftop silence…..a rare thing, indeed….
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7/25/07
TODAY IS AS GOOD A DAY AS ANY TO BE CRAZY
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So, if you were wondering, I went ahead and did that….
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Venice Beach Homeless Guy signs;  (they are getting funnier all the time…)
“NEED MONEY FOR PENIS ENLARGEMENT;
WANT TO BECOME A PORN STAR”
“MY SPACESHIP NEEDS REPAIRS”
“MY BENZO WAS STOLEN;
NEED A NEW ONE”
“UGLY, BROKE, AND STUPID;
PLEASE HELP…”
HA!!!
An A for creativity in panhandling in all of the above…
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20 Westminster  “El Bordello Alexandra” is the craziest, wacky house in all of Venice, Beach.
If you haven`t seen it, I suggest you take a look.  I just don`t know what to make of it.
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7/25/07  4:20pm
Venice Beach obscura
sitting in the wind up bird alley
still pristine
strange and haunting
overgrown
after my time in NYC,
absolutely nothing has changed
in this obscure little corner
of the LA cityscape
It is empty, as always,
forlorn
unknown and/or forgotten
and there is nothing but
shadows and angled sunlight
dust and blue sky above
and the sound
of the gentle summer wind
through trees and weeds and shrubbery
perhaps interrupted by
the occasional ghetto bird
overhead
or the squawk of a crow
For what it`s worth
this spot
has a certain character,
a magnetic pull
that defies description
with simple wordplay
so I will end this
with
silence…
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New spot
The Stairway to Nowhere
on Lincoln just between Fiji and Culver…
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Ballona Creek  8pm
Where else but in Los Angeles do we have such a beautiful sewer at twilight?
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t-shirt I saw on a chick;
“If you are what you eat,
I`m fast, cheap, and easy…”
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Another t-shirt
“GOD, PLEASE SAVE ME FROM YOUR FOLLOWERS”
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“ORACLE NIGHT”
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my quick escape line that keeps people guessing….
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, LISTEN,
NO TIME TO CHAT RIGHT NOW.  I`M ON THE WAY
TO MEET MY PCP DEALER, SEE YA LATER, CHARLIE…
you should see the look on their stupid faces…
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On being asked how he has survived longer than so many of his contemporaries
and how he still seems to give a shit…..
“Simple.  I`ve never taken any legal drugs.”
Paul Krassner
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NO RHYME OF REASON
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t-shirt;
“BUY
CONSUME
DEVOUR”
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“I want to relate to God in my own way—by praying like hell on my deathbed.”
(flipping madly thru Bible…)  “This book has NO ANSWERS!”
Homer Simpson
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Bart  “Awww, this is the worst day of my life.”
Homer “The worst day SO FAR…”
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“There`s a destination
a little up the road
from the habitations
of the towns we know
a place we saw
the lights turned low
the jigsaw jazz
and the jet-fresh flow
pulling out jives
and jamboree handouts
2 TURNTABLES
AND A MICROPHONE
bottles and cans
and just clap your hands
2 TURNTABLES
AND A MICROPHONE…”
Beck
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Blake has a big hole in his face from one of his drunken injuries…..
We said, “Now Blake`s got 2 ASSHOLES, HA, HA!!”
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I hear Coltrane talking to me;
he ain`t sayin` much
and yet, it MEANS EVERYTHING….
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” `Ron, where are you?`
`I`m in a glass case of EMOTION!!` “
“Ron Burgundy” having a phone booth freakout in “Anchorman”
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“Come my friends,
`tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows–
FOR MY PURPOSE HOLDS,
TO SAIL BEYOND THE SUNSET
AND THE BATHS
OF ALL THE WESTERN STARS
UNTIL I DIE.
It may be that the gulfs
will wash us down;
IT MAY BE THAT WE SHALL
TOUCH THE HAPPY ISLES…”
Tennyson
“Ulysses”
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HE WAKES UP EVERY MORNING TO THE ALARM.  STRANGELY, THE ALARM IS HIS CELLPHONE PLAYING SNOOP
DOG`S “GIN AND JUICE.”  HE GROANS IN DISCONTENT, HITS THE SNOOZE BUTTON, AND ROLLS OVER AGAIN
INTO A DREAM.  HE DOES NOT WANT TO GET UP.
FINALLY, HE ARISES; RELUCTANTLY, HE DRAGS HIMSELF UPRIGHT AND GOES TO THE SHOWER, WHERE HE
LINGERS FOR ANOTHER 10 MINUTES.  NOW HE IS AWAKE AND HE DONS HIS STUPID BLACK OUTFIT THAT HE
WEARS TO WORK.  DRUDGERY.  ANOTHER DAY IN THE TRENCHES.  ROUTINE.  A LIVING OF A SORT.  AN EXERCISE
IN ENDURANCE…PATIENCE.
BLACK OUTFIT?   YOU THINK….FUNERAL DIRECTOR?  GRAVEDIGGER?  MASTER THIEF?  GOTH KID WORKING AT
`HOT TOPIC`?  NONE OF THE ABOVE.  HE IS A WAITER IN A RESTAURANT IN A MALL, YES, THAT`S IT.  HE HATES
MALLS, YET HE WORKS IN ONE, WHAT A CRUEL AND PERVERSE IRONY.  INDEED.
THE HOURS DRAG BY AS HE SERVES MOUNTAINS OF EGGS TO THRONGS OF THANKLESS, DEVOURING CONSUMERS,
RELENTLESS IN THEIR GREED AND THEIR IGNORANCE, FUELING UP FOR A DAY OF SHOPPING.  THERE IS NO END
IN SIGHT TO THIS MADNESS.  HE MUST EARN MONEY, HE MUST MAKE A LIVING.  THE OTHER CHOICES ARE EVEN
MORE DISMAL.
LIFE IS SO STRANGE, THIS WAKING DREAM.  WE DRIFT ALONG ON A SEA OF CHANCE, NEVER KNOWING WHEN OR
WHERE IT WILL END.  SURE, THERE ARE SUBLIME AND BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS TO THIS EXISTENCE, IF YOU HAVE
TIME TO NOTICE THEM.  THEY COME SO RARELY, SOMETIMES, THAT THEY COULD BE EQUATED TO FINDING A
HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL BLOWING DOWN THE STREET.  FACE IT; MOST DAYS ARE JUST MONOTONOUS, IMMENSE
WITH TRAGEDIES EVERYWHERE, INTENSE WITH STRANGLED EMOTIONS, BURNING WITH SHATTERED DREAMS.
HE THINKS AND PONDERS THESE THINGS AS HE TAKES A BUMPY BUS RIDE DOWN LA BREA TOWARD HIS WORKING
NIGHTMARE.  HE FEELS LIKE HE IS ON THE WAY TO HIS OWN FUNERAL.  HE THINKS THESE THINGS NOT JUST FOR
HIMSELF, BUT FOR ALL OF US, DOING THINGS WE OFTEN HATE, JUST TO SURVIVE.  LIVING HALF-LIVES IN THE
SHADOW OF THE GOD-ALMIGHTY DOLLAR.  GOOD LUCK TO US ALL EACH DAY AS WE FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, AS
WE DRIFT ALONG ON THIS MOODY SILVER RIVER OF LIFE.  THERE WILL BE STORMS.  THERE WILL BE SMOG.  THERE
WILL BE NO STARS TONIGHT.  LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE.  LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL DREAM.  THERE WILL BE PAIN AND SORROW.
THERE WILL BE ELATION AND JOY.  THERE WILL BE BOREDOM.  THERE WILL BE SURPRISES.  NOBODY CAN TELL
YOU ANYTHING THAT YOU CAN`T FIGURE OUT FOR YOURSELF, IF YOU TRY.  OPEN YOUR EYES–SEE.  OPEN YOUR
EARS–LISTEN.  OPEN YOUR HEART–LOVE.  THERE SIMPLY MUST BE A REASON FOR ALL OF THIS.  HE THINKS ALL THESE
THINGS AS HE WALKS DOWN 3RD ST, LISTENING TO THE HISS OF THE TRAFFIC.  HE WALKS UNDER THE TREES IN THE
PARK AND FEELS THE POWER OF THEIR SILENCE.  HE GETS TO THINKING THAT ALL THIS THINKING HAS GOT HIM ON
THE RIGHT PATH–TOWARDS SOME FORM OF TRUE ENLIGHTENMENT, THAT IS.
HE THINKS THESE THINGS FOR HIMSELF.
HE THINKS THESE THINGS FOR ALL OF US.
THE ONLY TRUE ANSWERS ARE THE ONES WE INVENT FOR OURSELVES.
THE ONLY ANSWER HE HAS AT THIS MOMENT IS TO GO INTO WORK, MAKE SOME MONEY, AND GET IT OVER WITH.
SO HE DOES JUST THAT…
THB3
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