Jackspace

Drifting across a desert, not a cloud in the sky. Wind is churning up dust on the sky-blue-meets-the-khaki-glare perforated by chocolate chip shadows for as far as the I can see. Inverted sea -shore-horizon shifts you at ever-increasing frequencies, back and forth between unity and dualism, unity and dualism, unity and dualism. All afternoon, wandering, winding, waiting for something to appear. You hear the sound of a crow, but the sound hangs in your head, it sounded like your name. You look all around to see from where the sound arises. Nothing nearby. But you notice a speck on the horizon. Directly to the east, where the sun comes up. . .

“All the world’s a stage
We are many players
Performers and portrayers.
Each another’s audience
Inside the guilded stage. — Shakespeare”

Just give me some truth. All I want is the truth.

I’m working on a way to do a journal but with the option of just recording it in Real Audio. I know that could annoying as hell. But it could also be fun. Sometimes amusing. Probably frightening.

So much about today was about recognizing each moment as a perfection until itself. It really was. Each second still plays on and rewards you with another, and another and another. There are ups and downs and smiles and frowns and (not a sound) and ROARS and wars and doors and snores . . .

good night all

Heard some good news on the Mazzy Star Boulevard site that Mazzy Star is touring Europe soon. So just for kicks, here are singer Hope Sandoval’s words which seem to strike a chord with me now:

Be My Angel

They say it’s me,
That makes you do things
You might not have done,
If I was away
And that’s it’s me,
That likes to talk to you
And watches you,
As you walk away
Don’t say it’s useless,
Don’t say forget it
Don’t bring me wishes,
Of silly dreams
Just say it’s all,
From too much freedom
Too many fingers,
And to anything
They say it’s you,
That washes the weary
And brings the night into the day
If you won’t notice,
How can I show you
All of you worries,
Have all gone away
Don’t leave me lonely,
Don’t leave me unhappy Just bring me up into your fate
If you don’t need me,
Then don’t deceive me
Letting my freedom turn into stone
Just be my angel,
If you love me
Be my angel,
In the night
Be my angel,
‘Cause you need me
Be my angel,
And treat me right
Don’t say you love me,
If you don’t need me
Don’t send me roses,
On your behalf
Just take me down,
And walk through your river
Down the middle,
And make it last
Holding on to you,
Holding on to me
Holding on tight,
‘Till my love is crossed
Don’t say it’s useless,
And don’t say forget it
You are my spirit,
Now you are gone

“Do you like American Music?”
“I like American Music.”

Sway to the rhythmn,
sway to the rhyme.
play to the people
dancing time.