And they came across me as I was meditating like a herd of maroon buffalo. Twenty , thirty, forty monks running going somewhere but to where. Was it the tree they wanted, but usually pilgrims walked in slow reverence to the great pipal tree.; why were they running like the wind, did I imagine this […]
2. You have to surrender to the madness, to the constant cacophony of sound that assails you night and day. You have to surrender to the extremes of human existence. Death and life dance down the same avenue of trees like in a Woody Allen movie. You walk past patched up hovels and a mother […]
I was staying at the Adelaide hostel in Isadore Duncan Lane , San Francisco. A fellow I met there said, ‘ let’s have a drink down near the Tenderloin District, famous in the old days for its butcher ways. In a bar as dark as midnight the owner said, ‘go down to Green Street to […]
Thus I have heard Bodhisattva of encompassing sound , look out for those poor suckers on planet earth , and Bodhisattva of embracing wisdom said , you mean those fuckers down there in Hollywood land? Yeah those Polanski, Manson, Charlton Heston fuckheads who read Bukowski while drinking their savignon blanc trying to be Johnny Depp […]
Down and out at the Sacred Grounds Cafe San Francisco reading from my book clouds on hanger street
Early morning silence is not like other parts of the day. They say in space there is no sound just deathly silence one hundred percent pure like drinking a river from its source. Crystal clear without contamination. I lived up in the high country. I would rise around the time of this writing, open my […]
It’s time to wake up to find the courage to speak up to rage. to go nuts, to speak truths, to deny the dark entity of Nazism , to deny the darkness of lies that tell you love is hate, and that anger is the rage of a beautiful flower, it’s time to say fuck […]
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 . […]
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