walking all day

Ruins of the Monastery of San Anton Catrojeriz, Castilla y León, Spain 14 February 2018 Political breezes Scented warm breezes carried time down to drift past the leaden windows of the stone structures in the medieval old town towards the gleaming glass shapes of gloss and dream in the 21 st century new city where all and where everything even time itself is generic and tolled as money— but if the breeze blew backwards past the stone structures in the medieval old town towards the crumbling Roman walls and through the arched gates would the breezes carry away the scat- stink of lust and greed so pungent the pigs lined along pounded stones of the old Roman road bolt run for their sties and puke up the slop so generously doled out like currency by old swineherds?

Rabanal del Camino, Spain 24 February 2018 rivers of Babylon -        adapted from the song by Brent Dowe and Trevor McNaughton of the Melodians ‘cause the wicked carried us away captivity and we chewed the little sorghum they gave us as our only food and we slept beneath the great beasts and figures outlined by the stars and arranged in the great dark (a darkness that really is only old, tired light) evening sky that rolls slowly and patiently in deep infinity over our heads and that rolls through our deepening souls— ‘cause the wicked carried  us away captivity  required from us a song how can we sing King Alpha’s song in a strange land?

Ponferrada, Castilla y León, Spain 26 February 2016 A little light that happened Before all that before everything even before the beginning all that and everything was without color but then a little light happened and then color and all its shades of complications ensued and then came art visual and aural complex colors both seen and heard now we have movies and video games and virtual reality that is aeons short of virtue but now we are in the middle not halfway between before time and after time like the position of the arms at six o’clock on an old analog clock but this day has been one long slow slog through darkness and falling away from what everything means and from whence all negation stomps out life but breathing in and breathing out without thought is not negation it is simply the emptiness the lack of context and this lack of color is not negation...