A melon rose sits regally alongside Shakyamuni Buddha. A black spider sits by the window. Should I stamp out this beings life for some unknown fear that rises within me? Outside I can hear birds and my alarm clock. I long for sleep and solitude. At the bus stop a young Rasta haired man talks […]
In the woods away from the main house I stayed for retreat five days and nights. The Hermitage had a small single bed , a table with a picture of Jesus , and a small pot belly stove, outside was a portable loo , and all the sounds of the universe , outside you could […]
Day after day you walk that street to Piedmonte for cigarettes and red wine , day after day you see the same faces , shapes, colours of the day , the cool manufactured types that haunt the cafes, pubs, books open, newspapers spread, an artist is pencil drawing on a napkin, a circus performer is […]
I have never felt more American than this moment. I am a 100 grasses growing. I’m tired of the American Mussolini. I worry for my friends who I know there. I think of my time spent at Big Sur and of my poet friend who took me to Carmel to see another poets house . […]
How a legacy of violent nationalism haunts the republic in the age of Trump. — Read on http://www.newstatesman.com/international/places/2020/09/return-american-fascism Do not go gentle into that good night , Rage, rage, against the dying of the light Dylan Thomas
Entry I knew a guy who lived in Danks Street. He was the master of retouching. He would give me money to get a pastie or a pie. He had a Luke Skywalker type name being a member of the Stars Wars Club. I sold him my guitar under their leaking roof. I was desperate […]
I just finished watching the ‘ Last Picture Show by Peter Bogdanovich. I don’t get it. I mean here is a movie of pure genius . And yet he made perhaps one or two great films afterwards . ‘What’s up Doc? and perhaps Paper Moon. Nothing comes close to The Last Picture Show. A film […]
Your life is your life Your life is your life Your life Is your life Don’t be Shakespeare Don’t be Dylan Thomas Don’t be Charles Bukowski Your life is your life No matter the damage Your life is Yours .
It was somewhat of a blur the Albion Hotel on the corner of Lygon and Faraday. Dangerous liaisons were the wink and nod . The long table. I’d get there early when the place was empty except for the hard old drunkards that called this place home. So did I. There was something David Lynch […]
Today my book arrived from America. It was a book on the Lotus Sutra from the Tendai tradition out of Japan that came out of China . Tian Tai. The great Sutra came by Australian post smelling of perfume straight out of a rose garden. I bent my nose into the pages that flooded my […]
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