Saturday, May 12, 2007
goodnight and i would come over and i would be with you in all my days and dream of you in my endless sleepless nights while i labor over finance and this hole i've dug for myself as this shit hits the fan and i'm no longer an acceptable human being only slug on earth with grains of salt the flat earth of the great salt lake granulated in graciousness with poise and grace and always with pride never caffiene but enthusiasm and pride not lonely but alone
ever find it hard to say what you mean? 
Aren't you glad our boys are fighting the good fight?
Everything's okay as long as yr okay and I'm okay. I'm not okay. The kingdom is coming and I'm going to drive there a long way in my car. My car is important and expensive. I don't have any dollars so don't ask me to drive. I'm going to drive anyway, but the gass is under the seat and I'm sitting on the time. The seat keeps kicking me. I keeping having to get up and empty my bladder. Now I would love to sleep. Time is making me weary. Every hour that ticks away is one less that I have to take care of my problems. But my problems can't be fixed. I'm doing nothing tonight. I'm doing nothing. Breaking away and breaking. Burning the toothpick bridges. Blowing the card towers. I'm rising on lead wings. Singing a tinny song. The flight and the subtlety. The angels in their places. All with wings and ribbons. Singing happy happpy song. To the length of the forever place. Such a long road and narrow too. To the length of the final place. Where no bones will rust and nothing will stay stale until the end. The ending place where a whisper can mean everything. Blind boy behavior. The blindsided broadside. The broad blindness and the alterations and altercations of deftly swimming in the pool of coal. Long road and empty bridges. Don't leave me alone. The blind sided blind boy leaves his home and finds all homes empty. One - the truth becomes too much infinity two - the branches of the trees shudder with enthusiasm in the wind three - the definitive versions surface after much speculation four - a crossing guard holding a crucifixion cross - the sacred heart auto club jesus lift me from this land and make me green again. allow me to meet my brothers in the promised land like i did in all those pages of years. make me more devout and more pious. grant me wisdom like the deer with head of angel. and a few of my own wings wouldn't be bad either. i want to whisper in the darkest shadows to spirits that aren't there and not fear. i want to sing the altercated anthems of the war in heaven. Judge me that I may bear fruit and not be a fruitless servant. Judge me for my sinfulness and deliver me from myself. Give me the tears of eternity that I may drink and find youth again. Bless this day and this one and that. Make the soul a real and living thing walking in step with your wind. One down foot right left and thus it goes. Clop clop and on and on the shoes make their sound on the ground. Tromp and the crowd gathers to witness the commotion. Oh gloirious attention. Oh holy ineffable attention. The lights of attention that burn too bright in my dialated eyes. Oh don't look at me, don't see me. Don't let me see you. I don't want to see you. I don't want to know you. I want to be alone. Leave me alone. I was feeling the spark of a light socket in the back of my neck. I was feeling sparked and unambitious. Someday I'll make someone very happy. But right now I'm no good to no one. You shouldn't even come near me. I'm just unhappy. I'm a horse with no saddle. Ride me until my back breaks. Then cook me on the spit and dismember me. Swallow my flesh piece by piece. I'm still riding. I'm still riding. Riding down the road to the kingdom.Verse 1
I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
no tender voice like thine can peace afford. Verse 2 I need thee every hour; stay thou nearby; temptations lose their power when thou art nigh. Verse 3 I need thee every hour, in joy or pain; come quickly and abide, or life is vain. Verse 5 I need thee every hour, most Holy One; O make me thine indeed, thou blessed Son.
Chorus I need thee, O I need thee;
every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee.
I'm bleeding with the blood of Jesus. I'm weeping the tears of Jesus. I'm overturning the tables of the money changers.
Aren't you glad our boys are fighting the good fight? Everything's okay as long as yr okay and I'm okay. I'm not okay. The kingdom is coming and I'm going to drive there a long way in my car. My car is important and expensive. I don't have any dollars so don't ask me to drive. I'm going to drive anyway, but the gass is under the seat and I'm sitting on the time. The seat keeps kicking me. I keeping having to get up and empty my bladder. Now I would love to sleep. Time is making me weary. Every hour that ticks away is one less that I have to take care of my problems. But my problems can't be fixed. I'm doing nothing tonight. I'm doing nothing. Breaking away and breaking. Burning the toothpick bridges. Blowing the card towers. I'm rising on lead wings. Singing a tinny song. The flight and the subtlety. The angels in their places. All with wings and ribbons. Singing happy happpy song. To the length of the forever place. Such a long road and narrow too. To the length of the final place. Where no bones will rust and nothing will stay stale until the end. The ending place where a whisper can mean everything. Blind boy behavior. The blindsided broadside. The broad blindness and the alterations and altercations of deftly swimming in the pool of coal. Long road and empty bridges. Don't leave me alone. The blind sided blind boy leaves his home and finds all homes empty. One - the truth becomes too much infinity two - the branches of the trees shudder with enthusiasm in the wind three - the definitive versions surface after much speculation four - a crossing guard holding a crucifixion cross - the sacred heart auto club jesus lift me from this land and make me green again. allow me to meet my brothers in the promised land like i did in all those pages of years. make me more devout and more pious. grant me wisdom like the deer with head of angel. and a few of my own wings wouldn't be bad either. i want to whisper in the darkest shadows to spirits that aren't there and not fear. i want to sing the altercated anthems of the war in heaven. Judge me that I may bear fruit and not be a fruitless servant. Judge me for my sinfulness and deliver me from myself. Give me the tears of eternity that I may drink and find youth again. Bless this day and this one and that. Make the soul a real and living thing walking in step with your wind. One down foot right left and thus it goes. Clop clop and on and on the shoes make their sound on the ground. Tromp and the crowd gathers to witness the commotion. Oh gloirious attention. Oh holy ineffable attention. The lights of attention that burn too bright in my dialated eyes. Oh don't look at me, don't see me. Don't let me see you. I don't want to see you. I don't want to know you. I want to be alone. Leave me alone. I was feeling the spark of a light socket in the back of my neck. I was feeling sparked and unambitious. Someday I'll make someone very happy. But right now I'm no good to no one. You shouldn't even come near me. I'm just unhappy. I'm a horse with no saddle. Ride me until my back breaks. Then cook me on the spit and dismember me. Swallow my flesh piece by piece. I'm still riding. I'm still riding. Riding down the road to the kingdom.Verse 1 I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
no tender voice like thine can peace afford. Verse 2 I need thee every hour; stay thou nearby; temptations lose their power when thou art nigh. Verse 3 I need thee every hour, in joy or pain; come quickly and abide, or life is vain. Verse 5 I need thee every hour, most Holy One; O make me thine indeed, thou blessed Son.
Chorus I need thee, O I need thee;
every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee.
I'm bleeding with the blood of Jesus. I'm weeping the tears of Jesus. I'm overturning the tables of the money changers.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Real excited about this: The Return of El Topo and The Holy Mountain
Unseen on the big screen in the US for many years, two of the early 1970s most awe-inspiring cult classics have returned in new 35mm prints provided by ABKCO Films. Alejandro Jodorowsky’s El Topo (screening June 15 & 17) and The Holy Mountain (June 22 & 24) both use hallucinatory visuals to tell stories of spiritual quests and skilled warriors who wish to become gods. John Lennon and Yoko Ono were the first to spread the word of Jodorowsky’s special brand of movie madness and the films gained most of their initial exposure at special midnight projections. The Dryden will screen the films at more accommodating hours.
Unseen on the big screen in the US for many years, two of the early 1970s most awe-inspiring cult classics have returned in new 35mm prints provided by ABKCO Films. Alejandro Jodorowsky’s El Topo (screening June 15 & 17) and The Holy Mountain (June 22 & 24) both use hallucinatory visuals to tell stories of spiritual quests and skilled warriors who wish to become gods. John Lennon and Yoko Ono were the first to spread the word of Jodorowsky’s special brand of movie madness and the films gained most of their initial exposure at special midnight projections. The Dryden will screen the films at more accommodating hours.