My girlfriend Rena Oblong and I had arrived at her elderly mother's rest home. After alot of sighing , Rena led me into the lobby, utter devoid of old people. I'd expected a bunch of them hanging around, as this is what old people do best, in… Read full post »

I woke with a kick to the head from Rena, who was sleeping one way on the bed, me the other. I forgave her immediately, because of the circumstances that had led up to us being arranged in this position. Something I had never tried before. I… Read full post »

 Almost time for my Momma to get home, where she should be, with me, Georgie Doggie. Formerly Georgie Puppy. That New Guy better not think he is spending the night in my bed with Mommie. Guy’s got a shelf and a drawer in Momma’s bedroom, with a piece of paper that… Read full post »

 entropy:

 a hypothetical tendency for the universe to attain a state of maximum homogeneity in which all matter is at a uniform temperature (heat death).

• It is the only physical theory of universal content which I am convinced will never be o
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 him

me:

Many people that I barely know or give a fuck what they think about me say to me, “Jimmy, you gotta expand your musical influences beyond this old has-been Dylan , who never could sing anyway, though I gotta admit his words… Read full post »

• Yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.
  • The Bible, Matthew xv. 27.
• A dog cannot relate his autobiography; however eloquently he may bark, he cannot
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Rena said, “Would you fuckin turn that Dylan off? Jesus mother of mary magdalen! He’s lost his mind. I cannot be exposed to insanity today, no matter how artistic. Turn him..the fuck..off!”

I was playing Tempest, Dylan’s latest, a most un… Read full post »

Many of you might know that I am dogsitting Georgie Puppy---my canine nephew, the ‘son’ of my dear Sister--- for nine days .

What you might not know is my existential situation, at this point in my ludicrous parody of a ‘life’.

 I am… Read full post »

 I'VE PAID IN BLOOD/BUT IT'S NOT MY OWN

dylan, tempest , pay in blood

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I went to see Rena Oblong, my lover, this morning. I found her sunning herself on her porch, in a creamy camisole and tiny cutoff jeans, legs drawn up… Read full post »

I am at Sister’s house dogsitting Georgie Puppy for eight days.Sister and new guy are off to North Carolina, i have no idea why...

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Sister, it seems , saw Lost Brother yesterday.

Why? We aint seen him in seven years…

Why not? Who knows..

Why need of contact?… Read full post »

 After spilling her whole soul to me, as it was at the moment (which was enormous)  she began to  hang up and said, "Call me back. If I don't answer, i will call back later."

Which is true, but hardly satisfactorty...

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Ha you are out of… Read full post »

It has been a wonderful day, this  September 11^th.

We all know what day it is. It is the day that Bob Dylan’s new album, Tempest, comes out. The advance word on it is that it’s his darkest, weirdest album yet. That is saying a lot, to put it mildly.… Read full post »

I miss my mom at presidential election season. We always had so much fun comparing our "boys". She won oo and o4. Reluctantly, i would like to think. She was amivalent about the Bushes. Not about old Uncle bill C, though. . And hillary. Gosh i got such… Read full post »

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I dreamed I died last night, and after I made my way to the light, hugging everyone I… Read full post »

We live in a political world
Love don’t have any place
We’re living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don’t have a face

 Bob Dylan , 'POLITICAL WORLD', 1989.

Today is John Locke’s birthday.… Read full post »

 May you grow up to be righteous 

I&rsquo… Read full post »

Rumi:

“an eye is meant to see things

The soul is here for its own  joy .

 A head has one use.

For loving a true love.

Legs: to run after.”

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 Rena’s legs were draped over… Read full post »

Cesare Pavese

• Consider this point carefully: nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission..

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“Are you having suicidal thoughts,” they ask whe… Read full post »

Inspired by ZANELLE'S latest post........

Thanks dear gal

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Yeah I actually sell paper books. Mostly for the ‘Analogs’. Big concentration of them in my vicinity. I can relate to Analog culture cuz my mom and dad were Analog til the day they died. And… Read full post »

My  father was vulnerable, I could see. He had something to tell me and Rena, she who has become a surrogate daughter to him ever since she started working at ‘his’ high school. The one he has ruled as principal for 45 years. Dad is now 85 and… Read full post »

"'VALUE' first and foremost has to do with Individuality. It is the word I use for the intrinsic nature of an event, the feeling of an organism for itself'

A.N. WHITEHEAD.

Rena was nude on the bed, the sheet just barely covering her… Read full post »

Van Morrison: astral weeks.

 if i ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
 
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy

To be born again
To be born again"

Often we find ourselves at a watershe… Read full post »

...or are they?

didnt those fellas invent stuff like algebra and firecrackers?

i would assume the knowledge of algebra would be

passed down through the centuries

by this culture, but i could be wrong.

THIS i do know: if i have a child someday,

i WILL NOT be afraid of his… Read full post »

 i left town at dawn

with Marcel and St John

 strong men, belittled by doubt..

i couldnt tell her

what my private thoughts were

but she had some way of finding them out...

Dylan, "journey through dark heat" 

I awoke this morning to a lovely sunny day outside… Read full post »

"Little boy lost/he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery/he likes to live dangerously/

he sure got alot of gall /to be so useless &all"

"visions of johanna" dylan 

When I wake up in the morning, the second thing I need after near-fatal levels of caffeine in my bloodstream… Read full post »