walking all day

Sevilla, España As I careen from Sumer to Macondo I hold to words and misconnections I fly on carpets through stone terraced mountains and stare upon flying maidens who return my gaze with seductive winks Above the forest canopy of flying buttresses of stone above sculpted metal wave receptors illumining early morning swallows diving and darting with fine cheeps at targeted insects Misconceptions of light and time carpeted journeys and paths to fame to technological wonders that flash in and out of existence—virtual in a buzzing virtual world of green plasticities Terraced   time waits in Escher’s space I frequent my future moments recede back into their past, their fame and their infamy, their grace and their curses. Starting the jeep, warming the metal about the explosive chambers and metal arms and the man puts his foot on speed and presses and speed achieves its self without a soul In a single tick o...

Papa Wemba recorded and performed with Peter Gabriel, but he had his own amazing career...  a world-renowned singer and performer from Kinshasha...  Papa Wemba left this world on 24 April 2016

La Faba Castilla y León Spain How can we experience the dark nights of the Other’s subterranean dreams? We have to travel deeper in time than the consciousness of our memory, before our awareness of   the solitude of our naked being, downward or upward or outward or inward to that dim, unperceived and unrecorded abode, where our empathy or our merely human compassion, constricted, can draw us into that dark and terrible experience of suffering’s imprint and that secret contrition, worn as leaden rust-corroded chains on the beat of heart and muscle, and the thought of mind and the cry of soul; but we must keep at it again and again through this smear of time until attempt becomes ritual of the essence and full form of the human animal, with all acts of excretions executed and the breathing in of spirit intact.   Can Sophocles or the unknown Hebrew poet, who penned the Book of Job from spirit and idea and narrative and co...

Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band live at Cannes 27 January 1968 Electricity Sure'nuff'n Yes I do

Sancho Panza and Don Quixote Honoré Daumier Sancho sits on his donkey Dapple and Dapple has his four feet on the ground under the heavy weight of  Sancho’s simple wisdom and from this earthbound vision of man and beast my imagination flings me into high heavens sometimes and then slams me back down onto the hard ground high and dry at the base of wheat stalks watered by aqueducts of modern concrete so how can I hope for or expect a proper and normal life?

near A Brea, Galicia, Spain Simple and slow we slide along ice flows carry our belongings  as if they were  stones from the bed of  an ancient river  carrying  water older than  the ancient river itself  so like if you  were fishing off the bank  of this river of water  older than the river itself or from a boat  you would catch  only those fish  that wanted that willed themselves to be caught and you would  throw  them back before they  became air breathers  lost  their gills and soon  their scales and grew  skin  to cover their fish  bodies and their fins  would change  to arms and to legs and then after aeons they become the human  form of the soul that  caught them in the present

near San Xil, Galicia, Spain I’ve lived a particularly obsessed and God- conscious life so some may so casually say upon observing my life that it’s a God- haunted life but yeah I’m ok and so I guess are you whether we are haunted by this enveloping spirit depends somewhat on a brilliant accessibility to your soul so there may be some snag some dangerous bobbing log in what you thought was your clear channel that may cause problems or if addressed issues but hey! spring! will be here soon and man and woman then shall be at their best   in the flesh in what seems sometimes as our only reason for being cause we got to be conceived and born into something