By Tom H. Brooks 3
RAIN FALLING AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD………………………………………………………………………………
I`M GLAD I`M ALIVE
I AM THESE WORDS
“Happiness is always decided by one`s own heart.”
Mount Asama LIVE Volcano, Nagano Prefecture
SPECTACULAR godlike mountain of 2568 meters (8425 feet)
(there are MANY pictures and photos and stickers that I got in Japan that I cannot present for you here…)
you just have to see the original book…
however, above attachment is a picture of Mount Asama…
“Everyone has suffering they can`t express
Everyone has sadness they can`t talk about
all one can do is keep silent
because if spoken
it just becomes a complaint.”
“If there is nothing to worry about
we worry about having nothing to worry about,
if there is something to worry about
we worry about it,
alas, our worry is endless
for we are alive.”
“I couldn`t do it,
I just didn`t do it…
I wonder which one?”
May 22, 2008
Goodbye again for now, sweet Chiharu. It has been an AMAZING week in Japan with you. We will be together again soon in LA….
Tokyo departure music in the airport, Chuck Berry`s “Johnny B. Goode”………”go, Johnny, GO, GO….”
on the airplane, as it took off, I was hearing “This Magic Moment…”
Chiharu is my rain woman. I am a sun man….(SUN KING)
The funny thing is, when I returned home to Los Angeles at high noon it was sunny and yet there was a quick and unexpected rain,
that lovely fresh rain smell of water on hot asphalt….a sign from the heavens, indeed…..
JUST SOLUTIONS, NO PROBLEMS…
I hate to sound egotistical, but I am the greatest navigator since Ferdinand Magellan….I do it all from instinct;
I am a walking G.P.S. system….UNSTOPPABLE….I don`t need no stinking maps…..
4 ravens squawking at me full volume in 99 Palms Park in Playa del Rey….
NO MORE CIGARETTES starting JUNE !st….!!!!
(okay June 8th)
(okay JUNE 16th….)
okay last pack EVER….6/23/08
I LIED AGAIN
Hanging out in Hermosa Beach at a deli with a beer and a little Vietnamese guy
from Boyle Heights named Derek…..my life just gets weirder and weirder…
Halcyon Days (Daze)
The grave of Conrad Aiken
George Bush`s last day as President of the United States
(yeah, and I`m sure whoever comes next will do a great fucking job too….)
I hope Dick Cheney runs for President…..and wins……
That would be really fucking FUNNY….
Great Poster Art on the streets of LA…..
like a hooker,
but at least
you look cool.”
My first summer ride of the year…skateboarded from Venice to Palos Verdes
and back. Stopped in Hermosa at the CLASSIC Mermaid Bar on the way back….
I was talking to the bartender at Mermaid Bar and he told me an amusing story
about New Tony`s on the Redondo Pier. We`ve all heard of the “dine and dash,” right?
Well he told me about some character who sat by the window and ordered steak
and lobster and then just jumped out the goddamned window into the ocean
to avoid paying his bill and got away with it. He (the bartender) called it a “dine and splash.”
The denizens of Mermaid Bar at 2:30pm on a weekday…..
Spinner…a cool cat
Fred…an old classic with tons of funny stories (wearing an E.T. Surf jacket, the surf shop
of my youth. Said he bought his house on Prospect for $18,000 in 1950-something and
his friend thought he was a fool because his friend had bought HIS house for $6000.
Goddamn, things have gotten expensive. Now these houses are worth at least a million bucks….)
Weeds are better than buildings…
“Caged Pheasant” paintings at MOCA in Downtown LA…..interesting…..
MOCA Central Ave……old punk clips called “Underground Forces” with special guest, Henry Rollins….
We bought A LOT of beers for the Lakers game on TV and we ran out at the end of the FIRST QUARTER…
what a bunch of fucking alcoholic maniacs….
Obama people yelling, “Barack the Casbah!!”
give me a fucking break….
Jonny and I at the LA River……FIRST black and white I`ve ever seen down here!
Luckily, we spotted him early, so we ran……nice police chase…..through a hole
in a chain link fence, across the bum park in Lincoln Heights, on the open street
for about 2 dangerous minutes and into the car…..WE`RE OUTTA HERE…..
Elysian Park Resovoir
Welcome to the Crazy Tram……!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“The greater the difficulty,
the more glory in surmounting it…”
“you deserve what you tolerate”
“Jesus was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains anyway.”
Mr. Brainwash aka Thierry Guetta (French film-maker turned street art guy…)
Opening Night of….
ART SHOW 2008 (we were there and it was SPECTACULAR…biggest debut I`ve ever seen….a real big deal…..line around the block,
but we got in because of Sally, Dave and Andrea`s baby. He just walked right to the front of the line and said, “She`s got a real
short attention span….this is the photographer.” Good job, Dave….nice work…..We met Mr. Brainwash; he is a CHARACTER….
The show was at the old CBS studios on Sunset (it`s called Columbia Square…. whatever….it was fucking great…)
(This was later turned into an excellent documentary film about Mr. Brainwash and Banksy called Exit Through the Gift Shop….)
Atop a GIANT pile of books, sits a sign……..”LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL”
I have MANY photos of all this…..
“Mr. Brainwash is an enigma. I want to hug him one second and smack him the next.”
V for Vendetta masks out in force, I believe they like to call themselves “Anonymous.” They continue their
ongoing battle of propaganda between the anarchists and the Scientologists in Hollywood. It was happening
outside the Scientology freak compound building at Ivar and legendary Hollywood Blvd. These people are
ALL scumbags. We had fun drinking beers and laughing at the whole thing and I got a lot of photos…..
I had to get out of there before the spaceship arrived and exposed my negatives to light…….HA!!
See ya in hell, mofos!!!!
“you can pry my shotgun from my cold, dead hands….”
Apparently, I am told, after the Mr. Brainwash show is closed in a couple weeks, they are gonna tear down
the old studios to build a 40 story skyscraper, Hollywood`s tallest……
BOX OF FAILURE
“If I only have 45 minutes to live, I don`t wanna listen to THIS crap….”
Morning Talk Show Host with the girls….
“obsessive compulsive disorder saves lives”
I`m sure that everything I do has a purpose,
I just can`t always figure it out…
OR MAYBE IT ALL MEANS NOTHING
where attention goes,
A few beers won`t solve tomorrow`s problems…
(but it might solve TODAY`S!)
“I like late night unnecessary beers…”
My BOX OF FAILURE Art Project
turned out to be THE HALL OF SHAME in the famous Yucca Esates stairwell to the roof….
It only lasted as a two day installation but it was a classic and immortal work, nonetheless….
I GOT PICTURES!!
Actually, I`m a producer…
Isn`t everyone in LA?
A PRODUCER OF BULLSHIT!!
“When you`re chasing pussy, no one is your friend….”
Louise O`Neill (an Irish Chick and her friend that Ronnie and I brought back from the Downtown Standard Rooftop Pool)
this comment was delivered in her charming Irish brogue on the Yucca Estates rooftop at dusk…
“He`s takin` it up the Jacksie…”
Louise O`Neill (again! This girl was CLASSIC!)
Architect of Dreams
“Live your miserable life, bitch…”
“When Scientology goes wrong, try ecstasy…”
DWP and JF
“YOU write it down, and don`t complain!”
“Yoko always breaks up the band.”
The time is now to translate ideas into ACTION…
“…Where everyone thinks
that life is such a game,
do you like
the part you play?”
Arthur Lee (Love)
“That`s Not My Job:
This is a story about 4 people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was
an important job to be done, and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could
have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody`s job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn`t do it. It ended
up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have.”
At this time, I was working on Wide-Eyed Magazine with William Case and Shaun Saylor and there
follows here a long list of places I was trying to get to advertise with us (with mediocre success I
might add….). I won`t bore you with the list here. However, I will give you a great quote from a
guy in Venice at Small World Books on the Strand……
Phil (a first-class character with a beard that I became friends with as time passed…)
Phil said, “Oh yeah, I like Wide-Eyed Magazine. You can put it on top of something over there that looks useless….”
He suggested that I read “The Raw Shark Texts” by Steven Hall. Now I suggest you read it.
“If you`re not having a good time, you`re wasting your time.”
“Pussy-whipped” is not when you LOVE your girl, it`s when you have to SIT DOWN to take a piss.
I sit in my apartment talking to myself all day;
you should HEAR the things I say in here…
Taurus Horoscope 6/28/08
“In his song Get Behind the Mule, Tom Waits tell us to never let the weeds get taller than the garden. That`s advice
you should heed in the coming weeks. But don`t go overboard and become a fanatic who acts as if weeds are evil
demons from the ninth level of hell. Keeping a few well-trimmed wild plants and a mushroom or two would be quite
healthy. You need a bit of messy serendipity mixed in with your law and order.”
WHAT LAW AND ORDER?!? HA!!
Sick to death of the powers that be…
The same group of evil men
has been running things for
way too long now…
Aren`t you sick of everything too?
“It is flawed because it is true.”
there is nothing like the stoned synergy of the Venice Beach Sunday afternoon drum circle…
“40 is the new 30.”
“Tomorrow is the new Today.”
Existential Torture Poem
We all die alone
we are all afraid
no one really knows
anything for sure…
a trash dumpster in the alley behind Melrose says “NO BABIES”
For some reason, the Wind-Up Bird Alley in Venice is my favorite place to REALLY THINK…
(If I`d only known how I was gonna be feeling NOW, over here in the mountains of Japan…)
These fishermen and fisherwomen at the end of Venice Pier are a lonely and quiet lot….
meaner than sin
meaner than a cornered mongoose
I saw a male “physical trainer” on the bluffs above Santa Monica Beach. He had 20 MILF-type women
on the grass, cavorting about in a big circle, stretching their legs every which way into impossible pretzel-like
positions, with their tight little asses high in the air……..I WANT TO TEACH THAT CLASS.
“People appeared, hovering over him, trying to help. But Tankado did not want help–it was too late for that. Trembling,
he raised his left hand and held his fingers outward. Look at my hand ! The faces around him stared, but he could tell
they did not understand. On his finger was an engraved golden ring. For an instant the markings glimmered in the
Andalusian Sun. Ensei Tankado knew it was the last light he would ever see…”
A scrap of paper that was blowing down the Wind-Up Bird Alley right to me….a mystical moment under the sun…..
…This is why I pay attention to so-called TRASH…
When I say six-pack I mean 12-pack
and so on…
on the way home to Yucca Estates from Dos Burritos on Hollywood Boulevard….
The Crime: WALKING UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF SALSA
3 fucking Nazi LAPD assholes rolled up on me hard, after I got off work. I was wearing my black work pants
and a wifebeater shirt. Just minding my own business, really. Dos Burritos was delicious. I had seen the cops
drive by me on Hollywood Blvd, 2 uniforms in the front, one Lieutenant-type in the backseat, HIM giving me
the stink eye. As I walked up Ivar, my sixth sense had already kicked in and I just KNEW that the little piggly-
wigglies were gonna come down on me and SURE ENOUGH, there they were on Yucca and making a left on
Ivar right by Joseph`s. They rolled up ON the curb and jumped out of the car, like they were ready to taser me
or something. I was not surprised. “Yes, officers?” I said innocently. “Stand over there by the fence,” the
Lieutenant said. “Right here?” I replied, standing by the chain link fence, “or right here?” I said stepping a little
to the side. Already I had set the tone for being a smart ass. “Set that down.” I was holding a bag of tortilla
chips and a little container of delicious, spicy salsa. “It`s not a weapon,” I replied.
“Set it down!” So I did. “Where are you going?” said the boss man.
“Home.” I said.
“Where are you coming from?”
“Dos Burritos. I just had an early dinner. I took some chips and salsa to go. I`m sorry, I didn`t know that was
Ignoring my sarcastic jibe, he says,”What have you been doing all day?”
“Why?” I said.
“Just answer the question!”
“Well, if you must know, I was working.”
“Farmer`s Market. Listen, I don`t quite get why you`re so angry. I went to work, I had some food and now I`m
going home. Who fucking cares?”
“Don`t get smart with me. You don`t ask the questions here, I DO! I had a really bad day and I don`t need smart
answers from a little SMART ASS!” This cop is a REAL CHARMER.
“YOU had a bad day. Did you have to bring food to thankless hordes of consumers?! Yessuh! No suh! Polish your
boots, suh? No, I HAD A BAD DAY. And now I gotta deal with you three, pulling me over for WALKING UNDER
THE INFLUENCE OF SALSA!!”
“One more outburst like that and I`m taking you in!” he growled.
“I`ll find something,” he said…
So I was silent, trembling inside like a cornered animal. Humiliating. You just wanna go Chuck Norris on scumbags
like this, but you know you can`t, chiefly, because you`re NOT Chuck Norris.
One of them edged closer to me, I thought he was gonna punch me in the kidney, but he was gonna search me.
I said, “HEY, your boot is getting awfully close to my salsa….CAREFUL, THAT`S RED GOLD RIGHT THERE!”
I think he almost laughed, but instead, he searched me and took down a bunch of information that they really had
no right to ask. Unfuckingbelievable. But really, what could I do? They finally drove away leaving me standing there,
feeling molested and utterly pissed off, beyond words. But believe me, I found the words later. I went home and
bitched and ranted and raved about it to my friends late into the night while pounding beers and smoking joints.
And now, you`ve heard the story.
And now, it is another glorious moment, immortalized…………..
Thank you LAPD. You`ve given me a great story.
By the way, you guys are doing a GREAT job……
While you were harassing me, two people got shot, a woman got raped, and thirteen houses were broken into in your district…..
yeah, GREAT FUCKING WORK!!!
Zephyr: n. a gentle breeze; a west wind…
Flying is no fun anymore.
I`d rather drive.
No, gas is too expensive.
I`d rather skateboard…
or ride a horse…
A brief exchange of words in Venice Beach….
“How you doing, brotha?”
“Me too; keep it up….odelay……”
Venice Beach 7/18/08
Had a great conversation with Esau Aleman from El Salvador, an amazing flamenco guitar player and a cool character as well….
I just a couple of nice tourists in Venice that I had waited on yesterday at Marmalade cafe.
I said to them, “NOW you`ve got the right idea…”
Bay Street and Main Street in Santa Monica; the ORIGINAL ZEPHYR SURF SHOP in DOGTOWN…..
It`s now called Horizons West…..but the vibe remains…..
Don`t forget to stop and smell the roses
Reach for your spirit.”
24 hours in a day….
24 beers in a case….
Coincidence? I THINK NOT.
7/18/08 Back in Hollywood at the Yucca Estates….
We were on the roof yelling and drinking as usual and there was a band jamming down on the street.
We invited them to the roof and henceforth, another legendary day was in the making. A 13 piece
band from Providence, Rhode Island jammed two songs on our roof with their horns and cymbals
and drums and their monkey-mask-faced conductor…..bizarro and excellent, our specialty. The name
of the band was The What Cheer Brigade…..I could never forget this day. I have photos and video as well…
and then we had a BBQ….
“…just your average horny, little devil….”
You know what`s funny about Barack Obama`s presidential campaign, is that I see little kids, like 8 years old,
not even old enough to vote, with Shepard Fairey Obama pictures that say, “HOPE” and “CHANGE.” It just
makes me laugh because their parents are exploiting them and turning them into cute little political tools…..
THEY`RE MAKING STILL ANOTHER SUPERHERO MOVIE……”THE INVISIBLE MAN”…..AND NO ONE IS STARRING……..
I`M GOING TO START A JESUS-THEMED T-SHIRT COMPANY CALLED JESUS INC.
Some examples of my upcoming shirts;
WHITE TRASH JESUS
THRIFT SHOP JESUS
TRAILER PARK JESUS
BIG BABY JESUS
EASY LIKE SUNDAY MORNING JESUS
At El Tarasco Mexican Food in Venice Beach and Dave Polston says, “What an El Tarasshole…”
HA!! Good one, Jack…..!!!!
check out Lucha Va Voom on YouTube
and Virginia City Revival
“All I want in this world is to say
I`m a man that`s free…
I just wanna be myself.”
“Life is Beautiful”
BROWN BAG ART
my newest and most innovative Art movement
You take the bag you received with your 24oz beer and you draw a great face on it with a clever caption.
Then you place it upon a plant or a weed or a sign or basically anywhere it can be seen.
Dave and I will put them everywhere, after every beer…..and that means A LOT……
First classic was in The Wind-Up Bird Alley in Venice…..an excellent face and it said, EVERYTHING IS SO STUPID
A Venice beach t-shirt:
“I`M NOT TROUBLED BY LAZINESS;
I ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT”
“Jealousy will get you nowhere.”
Chiharu is coming home!
“carve the light” Larry Bertlemann`s distinct surf style of extreme cutbacks and closeness to the wave
was an invaluable inspiration to the Dogtown Z-boys` style and their cutbacks on the skateboard were called “doing a Bert”….
ANYTIME COULD BE THE LAST TIME
“There are a lot of holes in the desert,
and there are a lot of problems buried in those holes.”
SONG OF THE GHETTO BIRD
The LAPD helicopter; it puts me to sleep at night
and wakes me up in the morning….
houses at Beethoven and Palms are amazing….you just gotta see `em…..
Fatah and Moses at the Venice Reggae shop are really cool cats and you just gotta love Fred at Gonzo Africa….
NEVER GET BETWEEN A MAN AND HIS BEER
“All you care about is money. This town needs a better class of criminal–and I`m gonna give it to `em!
It`s not about money, it`s about sending a message……EVERYTHING BURNS.”
Heath Ledger R.I.P. (as the Joker) in “The Dark Knight”
You might have had too much to drink if;
* “your piss smells like ammonia.” DWP
*you wake up in a bathtub naked wearing a Red Lobster bib
*you drive through the front of a police station with a bottle of Jack Daniels between
your legs and try to order a Big Mac from the desk sergeant
*you wake up next to a Xmas ham and your hand is all buttery, and then you realize
the ham is a very fat girl and god only knows what that is on your hand
*the last thing you remember from the night before is wearing Viking horns and a Speedo
and yelling, “PILLAGE AND PLUNDER!!”
*you wake up curled around the base of your toilet, hugging it like a teddy bear
*you come to your senses just as you slam your car into the back of a police cruiser
*you go to a church during mass and try to order some bread and wine….TO GO….
* (insert your ideas here…)
“how ya doin`?”
“eh, a little bit country, a little bit rock n roll….”
“THE ONLY TIME CHUCK NORRIS WAS EVER WRONG
WAS WHEN HE THOUGHT HE MADE A MISTAKE.”
“Motivation books? Motivation seminars? Why would anyone need to be motivated by someone else?!? I say if you need
motivation, a seminar ISN`T going to help you. What you really need is to be smashed in the head 30 or 40 times with a
golf club. THAT`LL fucking motivate you. Or at least get you up and moving around the room. You know, locate your socks
and stuff like that. Get the day rolling. Motivation is bullshit. If you ask me, this country could use a little less motivation.
The people who are motivated are the ones causing all the trouble–stock swindlers, serial killers, child molesters, Christian
conservatives–these people are highly motivated. Motivation is overrated. You show me some lazy prick lying around all
day watching game shows and stroking his penis and I`ll show you someone who`s not causing any fucking trouble.”
“Some people are really fucking stupid. Did you ever notice that? How many REALLY STUPID people you run into during the
day….GODDAMN, there`s A LOT of stupid bastards walking around….look at it this way; think of how stupid the average
person is and then realize that half of `em are stupider than that!”
“These people are efficient, professional, compulsive consumers. It`s their civic duty–consumption. It`s the new national
pastime. Fuck baseball. It`s consumption. The only true American value that`s left…buying things!! People spending money
they don`t have on things they don`t need. So they can max out their credit cards and spend the rest of their lives paying
18% on something that cost $12.50.”
“It`s called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe in it.”
George Carlin R.I.P.
Chiharu is home. On 8/3/08, a Sunday, we went to a place in Downtown LA called Zencu for dinner.
Then we went to Cosmos on 1st Street in Little Tokyo and sang karaoke. I sang “New York, New York”
and “Tie a Yellow Ribbon” and “A Boy Named Sue”. Chiharu sang me Elvis` “Love Me Tender.”
Even though I spilled miso soup on her at dinner, she still `loves me tender…` What a sweetheart…..
Hollywood; the hills are filled with secrets…
“There were too many people. Nothing seemed familiar. Nothing seemed real. The sky was jagged, unrecognizable,
the city a flower of carved stone, blossoming, blooming under a moonless spring night, its petals radiating out in a
thousand alleys and turnings and dead ends…”
The following is from “The Raw Shark Texts” by Steven Hall; the chapter was titled, “My Heart Was Deep Space and My Head Was Maths”…….
“Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means that there`s not even the smallest part of you
now that was part of you seven years ago.
Everything is changing.
In the early days of my second life, I noticed how the shadow of a telegraph pole would inch between the gardens of two houses across the
street–from 152 to the garden of 150–over the course of several hours, from lunchtime into evening. After watching this a few times I did the
maths: The shadow movement from one garden to the next meant that both houses, the telegraph pole, the street, all of us, had traveled one
thousand, one hundred and sixty miles around the earth with the turning of the planet. We`d also traveled about seventy six thousand miles
through space around the sun in the same period and much further as part of the wider spiraling of the galaxy. And nobody noticed a thing.
There is no stillness, only change. Yesterday`s here is not today`s here. Yesterday`s here is somewhere in Russia, in a wilderness deep in
Canada, a deep blue nowhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. It`s behind the sun, it`s in deep space, hundreds of thousands, millions of
miles left behind. We can never wake up in the same place we went to sleep in. Our place in the universe, the universe itself, it all changes
faster and faster by the second. Every one of us standing on this planet, we`re all moving forwards and we`re never ever coming back. The
truth is, stillness is an idea, a dream. It`s the thought of friendly welcoming lights still shining in all the places we`ve been forced to abandon.”
(^ this is genius ^)
“I can relax with bums because I am a bum.
I am more interested in perverts than saints.”
I hate LA synthetic environments like…..THE GROVE……
I much prefer the nitty gritty, down and dirty places that are on the real streets….
Some days, I just feel like all the fight has gone out of me…..
BUT IT HASN`T
THE WHOLE WORLD AROUND ME HAS BECOME A BIG FUCKING SHOPPING MALL
“We only see starlight because
all the stars are bleeding”
“Sitting on the hillside
watching all the people die,
I`ll feel much better
on the other side…”
“It isn`t just the past we remember, it`s the future too. Fifty percent of memory is devoted not to what has
already happened, but to what will happen next. Appointments, anniversaries, meetings, all the rolling
engagements and plans, all the hopes and dreams and ambitions which make up any human life–we
remember what we did and also what we WILL do. Only the knife edge of the present is `hard` to any degree.
Past and future are things of the mind, and a mind can be changed.”
“The word connects the visible trace with the invisible thing, the absent thing, the thing that is desired
or feared, like a frail emergency bridge flung over an abyss.”
“Someday when I`m old, I will look back on this moment as the happiest time of my life.”
“ROSA PARKS DIDN`T REFUSE TO GIVE UP HER SEAT AT THE BACK OF THE BUS
FOR NO REASON–SHE WAS SAVING A SEAT FOR CHUCK NORRIS.”
…and the sun set like a pancake sliding off a hot skillet…
There seems to be a new trend of hesher/stoner-type dudes cruising around LA in
police auction cop cruisers…..makes `em look like vice cops….
The people behind the hip hop band ALWAYS seem even more intriguing than the band…
The GZA entourage at midnight on 8/21/08
“Honey, Bossa nova please….Bossa nova is my cooking music…”
Chiharu (the cutest cook ever)
“Just because you wander in the desert does not mean there is a promised land.”
a funny t-shirt I saw:
“HAIKUS ARE EASY
BUT SOMETIMES THEY DON`T MAKE SENSE
“In the presence of extraordinary reality,
consciousness takes the place of imagination.”
“Winter Solstice: the darkest time of year. No sooner has he woken up in the morning than he feels the day
beginning to slip away from him. There is no light to sink his teeth into, no sense of time unfolding. Rather,
a feeling of doors being shut, of locks being turned. It is a hermetic season, a long moment of inwardness.
The outer world, the tangible world of materials and bodies, has come to seem no more than an emanation
of his mind. He feels himself sliding through events, hovering like a ghost around his own presence, as if
he were living somewhere to the side of himself–not really here, but not anywhere else either. A feeling of having
been locked up, and at the same of being able to walk through walls. He notes somewhere in the margins
of a thought: A DARKNESS IN THE BONES; make a note of this.”
IT WILL NEVER BE AGAIN.
“The Book of Memory”
“I knew at that moment that the world would go on eluding me forever.”
DON`T BRUISE THE CHEESE, BITCHES,
OR THIS PARTY`S OVER…
Sunday 8/24/08 just outside the Hollywood Bowl at a hidden picnic bench….
Wine and cheese in the hills while RADIOHEAD plays amazing music and
we sit amongst the crickets and the trees in the warm summer night and
the music rolls over us and into the darkness….
this is the stuff dreams are made of
Can I say it again? I HATE REPEATING MYSELF!! (especially 10 times in a row….)
“ACCORDING TO A NEW MEDICAL STUDY,
DEPRESSION HITS LOSERS THE HARDEST”
Chiharu does all her cooking and mixing with chopsticks and she hums while she cooks…
“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
and waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
“Portions From a Wine-Stained Notebook”
I feel that I haven`t written anything worthwhile in so long, that it seems as if all words
have dried up and blown away like errant leaves on an autumn wind, leaving behind a
dark, lonely tree with barren branches clutching at a gray sky…
spring WILL come again….
Well of Words
This well of words
holds no more water–
It is deep
with nothing to nourish
It has come to a standstill
We must dig deeper
into the depths of the earth
where underground rivers
through fantastic caverns
of violet-crystal stalactites
thundering through the blackness,
their mist nourishing
cool pale fungi and moss
and blind sightless beasts
that come forth
to sing their unheard songs
in the darkness…
(WELL, IT SEEMS THAT SPRING HAS COME EARLY…)
at the far edge of earth, night
is going away, another
poem begins, slumped over
the typewriter I must get this
exactly, I want to make it
clear this morning that your
face, as it opens
from its shadow is more
perfect than yesterday; and
that the light, as it
hesitates over the approach
of your smile, has given this
aching bed more than warmth,
more than poems; some way
a generous rose, or a very
delicate arrangement of sounds,
has come to peace in this new room.”
Stranger and stranger to one another
waitress on her hands and knees to brush
the carpet underneath a booth. You know
crawling around on all fours like a dog
underneath a booth etcetera
to be human–to crawl–to
walk through broken glass with gory feet.
People crying on airplanes,
weeping seven miles above the ground,
taller than Mt. Everest:
People on the street thinking:
I wanted this. And now it`s a cloud
A pile of blood and guts and torn bones
how beautiful is the tiger who killed me;
the shit / of days.”
I know the moon is disturbing,
to stand beneath the shower of
and have absolutely nothing in your pocket
pocket lint or a few pennies
you`ve managed to collect
off the cold concrete,
hoping because they`re heads up something
about your life might change irreversibly,
and how enough of these pennies might buy
you something, or nothing, an air-conditioned
bus ride into the next town where men and women
pass you by while pressing their coats against their bodies
as if you were nothing more than a cold breeze,
how if you stood beneath the moon
it might convince you
there`s just not enough beauty
in the world to go around.”
“For Chuck Norris,
pimpin` is easy.”
“When E.F. Hutton talks, people listen.
When Chuck Norris talks, people REALLY listen.”
“When Superman goes to bed, he wears Chuck Norris pajamas.”
“Chuck Norris` computer keyboard doesn`t have a control button.
Chuck Norris is ALWAYS in control.”
“Chuck Norris` tears could cure cancer;
too bad he`s never cried.”
“A rich man and a poor man are sitting on a bench in the park. The rich man says, `I got my wife
a Mercedes AND a diamond ring for her birthday; that way if she doesn`t like the diamond ring, she
can drive and take it back.`
`Oh really?` says the poor man. `I got my wife a thrift-shop blouse and a dildo. That way, if she
doesn`t like the blouse, she can go fuck herself.` “
“True greatness; to fail miserably and then stick around and make `em wonder why you`re still smiling.”
Political talk quotes from Yucca Estates on 9/2/08 9:30pm…..(thereabouts, anyway…)
Cornell “That woman (Sarah Palin) is one heartbeat away from being President!” (McCain is SO OLD…)
Calvin “Hillary Clinton….I would`ve voted for her…”
Cornell “Hillary Clinton is damn near a man!”
Calvin “What about the Kennedy`s? They`re something else… yeah, Kennedy`s are good, Jack….”
Indeed, the THRILL RIDE continues>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Computers are stupid…you just gotta tell `em what to do!”
I only got credit cards in the 1st place so I could get hotel and rental car reservations,
but now I can`t afford all that stuff `cause I`m too busy paying credit card bills!
“Art is a shipwreck,
it`s every man for himself.”
“Art is Art,
everything else is everything else.”
“Art is what you can get away with.”
LOOK AND SAY NOTHING
OKAY, DON`T LOOK AND SAY WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT
I DON`T CARE
I CARE A LOT
THIS PAGE IS HALF A THOUGHT
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
EVERYTHING IS SO STUPID
ART IS WHAT I SAY IT IS