| 12-30-07 |
 The highway is. Connected at the speed of
lightrail we share our cities with each other. We rise and fall over Floyd Hill and Golden Valley going out for sushi. Transmissions. Transitions. We come home. Routes & routines combining so that it makes sense to travel together and keep it in the lane. I found myself high centered this December because I tried to take a shortcut in the snow after a Herman Gauche show high on life and a CD called
'the Tower' big Mark had shared with me that made me think I could do anything: I got away with it. The
police man let me go. At $136 for the tow and a ride home from Rigo the American I consider it a bargain. I tried to go it alone, that was a misstep, I see that there are people willing now, to help. So help me, I
beseech the higher power, the language that is the highway of the vehicle of speech, no one can tell you
blue means green, the highway is, it goes and goes, but only certain places
we've all agreed on. I've followed my footsteps, I roamed and rambled, this land was made by you and me. The politicians and warlords only skim the credit off the top and the profits off the
middle and the bottom to be true but you and me we shaped this place, we build the highways they
blockade when they come campaigning. Our works are at stake. Know your enemy. It
is not thy neighbor, not the kid on the skateboard, and not the blinkerless lane changer.
Your enemy is the Liar. Your government, your manager, and yourself. They are the ones who can say you can't when all across the nation and the world you see you can. You can work together and get together after work to play
dance dance revolution or share a
meal or just some time. You can move mountains and construct Martian landers. But you can't take all the credit because you did it with your friends.
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| 12-2-07 |
I'm broke up over someone today. I'm really really sad about it. It has been a most gracious and grand time I've had with
this person. The first time in a rather long spell. How it
happened isn't important. Why it happened is very important to me. Should I go
straight? Should I clean myself up? AA? I'm smoking and smoking and my lungs are coughing and I'm
deplorable in state through and through and all I can do is write it in a
songt. I'm tired and the state of things is trying. Heres my latest song:
its about you. I wrote it when we broke up the first time, the fourth time we'd
ever seen each other and I spent the week in New Orleans in the Rain and I had an
itch I couldn't scratch 'cause I quit smoking and my head cleared: I touched back down in
Denver and the clouds lifted when I could see you again. Now the song is finished:
now the rain
is turned to snow.
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| 10-04 good buddy! |
I always believed in the actuality of Snuffy when I watched Sesame Street. I identified with Big Bird's ordeal for some reason. I think of it now as I proffer my truth as I see it so clearly regarding Neo-Darwinism and Plate Tectonics to skeptical friends. Snuffy illustrates to me the central roll of coincidence in our formulations of reality. There really was no Snuffleupagus as far as Bob and Gordon were concerned. They used deductive logic to arrive at the most plausible answer: the ol' Bird was cuckoo. When simply, Snuffy would alternately arrive and leave Big Bird's Bedroom with timing that inadvertently re-enforced the misperception that his friend was 'imagining' him. Very well, I know there is a little boy staring at this writing somewhere saying, 'I believe you Big Bird!' And some day that little boy will be you! Like last night when some friends and assorted cafe goers witnessed with me a snuffalupuous open mic performance by my friend Venicio. It was only the second time I'd ever seen him play although most weeks he can be counted in attendance keeping to himself, listening and applauding. About 3 months ago I found myself listening to Venicio's soft voice accompanying lovely finger style guitar melodies in total contrast to anything I would have expected of this big quiet lurker. I was enraptured I tell you. And he's scarcely acknowledged me since, although I see him every week. So last night, with only a handful of open mikers in attendance, it appeared we would be wrapping up early at about 11 o'clock. So I put a hopeful question to the audience: "Does anybody else want to play? Venicio?" As he protested his lacking a guitar, Stephen E. Campbell held his proudly up. And so when Clay Claasen from Boulder played his last song, Venicio took the stage to make believers of the rest of them. In John Prine's Aimless Love he changed the chorus: instead of aimless love, Venicio says endless pain; because love is pain, for Venicio and me. Then Sam Stone died, to protest the war, one more time, as an overdose hung in the air. And Mississippi John Hurt joined in with a DC ghost named Ciphus for their take on Stackolee; and the Dead Flowers of the Stones. I always knew you were real Venicio! Its just a matter of being in the right place long enough. |
| ever & always |
...at 1:19 he says: "I'll walk out of here" Where were the rest (rather 'the ar-rest-ed') while the applauderz appleaudid? "In the new police state coming down: do not come to the
attention of the authorities until the moment for political action arrives" |
| 9-16-07 | Fall is worth the Winter. Our discombobulated entropy arriving enthalpically from far flung travellings 3 months vanishing and 3 months return at 32 feet per second per second (183 billion miles or so, follow: 8 million seconds squared plus 8 million and that divided by two and then multiplied by 32ft divided by 5,280). Me, I'm taking notes, we are back again together after many goings on: 6 months of dumpster diving; holding hands; saying prayers; getting divorced; having babies; picking noses not our friend's; dissing our friends; jumping on trampolines; holding court; guiding and getting lost; sneezestifling and gezundheits; growing and harvesting; changing clothses; staying courses. Falling back now in towards the cold night of the year where to dream of the future of a Summerplumb that never is but will always be. And so it is like this again. |
| 7-27-07 |
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| 6-20-07 | OK, so I been getting these messages, some of
them are damn'd well interesting (see below subject:Sebastian dated:6-20-07
1:56am), they seem to have a Joycean
coherence to them, they are not random, but if the ARE computer generated,
then it is from a computer than seems to be developing some kind of comprehensive
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| 6-4-07 | This just in... Herman Gauce appeared on love
rideo KRFC 88.9 FM on 5-28-07 broadcast availovle at Herman Gauche.com meanwhile
the Gauche achieved 5 piece harmoni with the permanent addition of Eggplant
Blrpl ('n thdrumgs) and Danimal (g'n thbass) and their permanent uncl Dn. Prpl on
the Wghut-de-Var. Makes for a nicge night (Ghaauce!) out until you'll soon
remember... and... my Mom had kittens! Love you Mom...
Negg bP. Llurpl |
| 5-17-07 | 
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Buckminster
Fuller declared as his philosophical nemesis Thomas Malthus, whom it is
attributed posited the Theory of Scarecity. In contradistinction Bucky
perceived an abundance of energy exceeding of any need being provided by
billions of stars in the universe per Earthling: all that was left was the
harvesting! A Love indeed abiding through everything. Still many disagree. I
beg you consider and reread the following: 
