Lungs of the City

Saturday, September 25, 2010

LET ME SLEEP!!!

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RELISH Alone but not lonely in a rich, dark room, filled with familiar furniture. Thinking June and July thoughts in the cold of Febru...
Monday, September 13, 2010

Me, Joe McPhee and a $25 poem

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I had a real fine time performing at the Hearding Cats Collective production DAEDALUS CACOPHONUS on Friday evening under an eerie sky in th...
Thursday, September 9, 2010

John Sinclair

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I have never met the man, but I have spent many "religious" moments at the late, great Bohemian National Home and I know the magic...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Good-bye to August

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Beautiful hot day I miss the sun I hate the sun Face lathered in aloe Flaking Peeling Burnt Post-lunch hot salsa logic needs a walkabout stu...
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Who is your Captain?

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Pachuco Cadave r : When she wears her bolero then she begin t’ dance All the pachucos start withold’n hands When she drives her Chevy Sissy...
Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I Am Getting Out There

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I've been busy and lucky lately. Writing a lot and getting calls to read. Put these in your memory banks and on your calendars. I...
Saturday, July 3, 2010

Thinkingusic

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THINKINGUSIC: I saw that in a comment on Facebook just now. The woman who typed it said she was "typing" on an IPhone whilst in a ...
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Zed Naught
Saint Louis, Missouri, United States
"He's got a lot of irons in the fire", she whispered, several feet away from the bar not knowing that he hears everything. Everything! It is quite maddening sometimes. Or atleast it used to be. Now he can weave mariachi with chainsaws; bowed cymbals with bees buzzing; bird calls with babbling seamen and jingling trinkets. He doesn't mind at all, you see. It just the music of his city.
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