resolutely charting a no-mans land
something hazza holdon me
small things go wrong
a washer missing from an axle
an overwatered luxuriant
a thirsty morning
popul vuh as my soundtrack
and systems of romance
i do yoga under the menacing grey sky
i slip into some poses like into the arms of a lover
others still perplex me
make me feel weird
needless to say these are the ones i should do most
my body listens to my mind
my mind listens to my soul
my soul listens to god
the ancient rishis grokked the whole shebang
thousands of years before jehovah was glimmer
in the judean eye
they sussed it
all is vibration
dont eat meat
love is all is love
almost anything is possible
they invented a series of poses amongst many otherthings
to get space into yer body
to rejuvenate n refresh
most of all
they awaken you
whatever it is you were looking for
yoga has it
you gotta persevere
but you will get perserverance
you gotta be patient
yet you will receive much more patience still
what are ya waiting for?
or suit yerself.......
its a big commitment
an hour a day
you coulda been havin' a nap....
or readin' the badnewspaper
or la rag gossippe
the proof is in the pudding
today is cold
more autumn than spring
more fall than rise
i feel jittery, a little restless
typing is fucking up my arm n wrist more n more
this is almost unbearable now
yet i can play bass for hours....
my ears ring a ding a ling
im speaking at a magazine launch soon too
im overcommitted to my crown chakra
im straddling the 3 worlds like a colossus
but ive slipped between the cracks again as well
some people say
nevets i cant believe how old you look
have you discovered the fountain of youth?
my face sends mixed message
with its wrinkles and glowing smooth skin
there are baby gold hairs tangling with the white ones
in my beard...
my old old eyes
to some the very epicentre of compassion
to others a blank supercilious gaze
to some my voice soothes
it bores other people to tears
to some my words are the hippy dribble
of a doped up olde ratbagge
still others considerate it poetry
most people couldnt care less
but there are a few
who exist in gentle symbiotic flow with me
the people who spend their hard earned dough
on my stuff
it is an honour to be in this arrangement
i am committed to improvement
ultc nearly 2 years old now
i/we so much better now
2 more years of chi gong n yoga n swimming
2 more years of pot n dreaming/scheming
you see im not good at many things
im pretty useless
but the things i like
i like to improve at
now this music thing....
what the fuck is music?
i still cant answer that
but its something magic
cos it has the power to invisibly change things
like in melby on saturday
it does something!
everyone reading this blogge loves music, dont they?
man aint it a given?
my dad said never get a wife who dont like music...
wow thats good advice
and i'll say the same to you women
if youre man aint got love for music
then have no truck...
see if i care if ya marry a tone deaf turkey.....!
you'll be playing him/her some esoteric track
with tears in yer eyes as you explain the brilliance of the lyric
and making small passing comments on the vibrato guitar
and the exquisite old-time reverb on the snare
and he/she will say
i think it sucks..
dont come runnin' to me then
writing dear sk letters
my husband hates you
what should i do
and i'll write back
my wife hates you
what should i do?
buy her one of my self portraits for yer weddy anniversary
that'll sort her out, mate...
so this music thing..
howcome y'all here realise
i should be the # 1 on all the charts
yet the rest o the philistinic whirled
continues to blissfully ignore me!
why does the stuff you love leave em so cold?
its a great divider aint it?
i cant tolerate any thing downright 'orrible
for anybodies sake
much to elli n minnas chagrin
its like good builder seeing shoddy built house
it offends me to point of nausea
in music i am a supertaster
the stuff like ambient space music
i drink it down like ambrosia
but rap, pop, boy, c+w,tripe, maudlin sop
corny, novelty, 1950s, 1980s, obvious, amateurish,
over-earnest, dumb, heavy, satanic, screaming
drippy, girly,manufactured music makes me sick!
so be careful!
it could hurt me hearing anything like that!
i would immediately have to aurally inject
large amounts of oophoi n eno
and that can be over sedating
n driving heavy machinery=taboo
please dont tell me you like toto
or maroon 5
or skid row
or pat boone
or play that funky music white boy
or silence by john cage (yeah right, bon bon!)
i guess im narrowing down
im focussing n refocussing
i have no need for the detritus on the periphery
fuck the 80s revival
it was bad then n its sad now
jesus gimme a break!
come back men without hats too
if ya like
im ultra discerning
ive just about discerned my self off the map
so little stuff i like
so much i disdain to hear..
but the ones i do like...
ah......i cherish those...
the good stuff
a toast to the good stuff!
good stuff i adore thee
io ao io io