Come & Go Blues. . . .


Winter has seemingly come & gone or so it feels with this our springish weather. Plenty of sunshine to put the laundry on the line instead of the dryer. Marriages more so than engagements are all the rage, in the parks, the beach and any venue seemingly available. It  (Spring) is in the air and sky, the breeze and  morning dew. Buds are on the trees with some species blooming now and all the rest, from azaleas and dogwoods, even the little yellow flowers marching towards their colorful glory.

Why I have enjoyed this season of the year is at times a mystery. There are the emotional connections as well as those panic attack feelings of euphoria from the smells (sinus infections) , the changing weather (hail-v-tornados)  and eye catching colors (hay-fever).

My freshman year (1973) I had become friends with a couple who were seriously in passion and seriously in love with one another. The spring of ’74’ myself and some others  received formal invitations to Ricki and Les’s wedding. Just the excuse for a 3-day weekend and that we did.  Making the long story short we partied all night before the wedding, mainly because Les wanted to stay up all night and rap (not the rap of today). Truly the next morning everyone was dressed and ready to go in time. The wedding was a success although I don’t believe the marriage was.  And I lived to tell the tale ( most of his bachelor party  you will not hear from me but it was seriously tame compared with ‘today’s’ generation).

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William at 19 in Myrtle Beach S.C.

Their wedding was bright and sunny on the beach,  gentle sunshine, rolling swells, the birds being chased by the water along the shore. Perfect day and all that was missing was a unicorn (the bride) and ……………fill in the blank. It was Les when we arrived who grabbed me, took my shoes (physically removed them) and said, ‘no shoes on the beach’. I flustered  and protested all of 2 seconds and capitulated to his insistence. I thought I was cool till I met that dude ‘Les’. Yeah man, you were good to me and showed me the simple things like the no shoes on the beach. But you owed me, yeah. How many nights did you knock at 2am and bum a smoke, or 10am out of the shower shouting at nobody in particular for a ‘free’ towel. Come on, who goes to the shower and then stands naked hollering for someone to bring it to you cause you knew going in you didn’t have one? Les did and we loved him all the more for it. And Ricki his bride? She was 180 degrees different. Her yin and Him yang I suppose. She would give a friend the shirt off her back the same as I gave Les the shirt off mine……more than once.

 

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Les in the Tux-Me sitting-John behind me & J. Parks in the green jacket I sorta guess.

 

It’s a beautiful time of year although we have had snow up and until April. The mornings are starting earlier along with the song birds and my cat.  ‘Dude’ demands yard time earlier and earlier and refuses to come back in until the last and I mean in no uncertain terms, the last bird has nested for the night………TWICE!!  Winter may have come and gone but spring still has some growing to do.

 

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Red flowering camellia with a dusting….

 

 

What a beautiful day.


Pleasant day with a gentle breeze and with the warmth from the sunshine I was able to casually mow the front and backyards. Exiting the hospital 15 months ago from my second back surgery the really dour acting nurse in charge of me stated I had a (history) as she sent me home in the coolest ambulance  I’ve ever seen. That word, history, has stuck with me since then and it is good.

I’ve tried out many of my old work habits and discovered from pushing the mower, which is ok although sometimes I  have to break up the task into smaller pieces, the cumulative effect is the same.  I cannot go sliding under the boom of a 30 foot sailboat, clearing lines and tending my sheets during a tack and who only knows what else.  But anyhow it’s just a process of discovery of my limitations. Also wielding a chainsaw and splitting firewood seems to be off limits too.

But today is a beautiful day and when I put away my tools and closed the gate and walked to the front yard something inside of me echoed to look up in the sky.  I know it’s a  bit indifferent as freaking pictures of clouds go but I walked back inside, got my phone and took a picture.

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A beautiful day…

The Moon . . .


 

I am the biggest of fan and supporter of space travel. Indeed the thought of traveling through the cosmos is as old as mankind. So I guess that makes me pretty normal enjoying life on our earth and the heavens that I may gaze upon.  Also I’ve no idea of Jarod Kintz’s writings but I laughed when I read the quote and hey, I was looking for something to go with the picture….


 

“The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?
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― Jarod Kintz, At even one penny, this book would be overpriced. In fact, free is too expensive, because you’d still waste time by reading it.

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Earth rising over the moon . . .Apollo IIX

 

New Year Poem by Philip Larkin


These houses are deserted, felt over smashed windows,
No milk on the step, a note pinned to the door
Telling of departure: only shadows
Move when in the day the sun is seen for an hour,
Yet to me this decaying landscape has its uses:
To make me remember, who am always inclined to forget,
That there is always a changing at the root,
And a real world in which time really passes.

For even together, outside this shattered city
And its obvious message, if we had lived in that peace
Where the enormous years pass over lightly
–Yes, even there, if I looked into your face
Expecting a word or a laugh on the old conditions,
It would not be a friend who met my eye,
Only a stranger would smile and turn away,
Not one of the two who first performed these actions.

For sometimes it is shown to me in dreams
The Eden that all wish to recreate
Out of their living, from their favourite times;
The miraculous play where all the dead take part,
Once more articulate; or the distant ones
They will never forget because of an autumn talk
By a railway, an occasional glimpse in a public park,
Any memory for the most part depending on chance.

And seeing this through that I know to be wrong,
Knowing by the flower the root that seemed so harmless
Dangerous; and all must take their warning
From those brief dreams of unsuccessful charms,
Their aloof visions of delight, where Desire
And Fear work hand-in-glove like medicals
To produce the same results. The bells
That we used to await will not be rung this year.

So it is better to sleep and leave the bottle unopened;
Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered;
Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new calendars stand;
With such small adjustments life will again move forward
Implicating us all; and the voice of the living be heard:
“It is to us that you should turn your straying attention;
Us who need you, and are affected by your fortune;
Us you should love and to whom you should give your word.”

(31 December 1940)

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Kold w/Kolor @Resthaven Cemetary

Coffee beans and lemon grass………..


Coffee beans and lemon grass……….. The Poet Laureate of Jamaica.

One man’s dilemma is another man’s enlightenment. When the colonies revolted in North America and eventually produced the United States of America the revolution is considered only a part of Europe’s’ period of ‘enlightenment’. But for the citizens of the colonies it was a time and a place of such overwhelming importance that in the country itself there is no period of ‘ enlightenment’ as well most of Europe knows the reciprocal. This I believe to be true.

And what is the point? What we see and hear and learn, the knowledge one carries for their life is the compilation and assimilation of environment. Each generation hopefully and with wishful thinking becomes immune to repeating the lessons of the previous generation. At times there is success. At times a hundred generations still fight the same fight. Does the repetition of struggling comes from lessons never shared or possibly not learned? Just may-be we feel compelled to dominate what we cannot. Dominate nature, her mountains and seas….all creatures and man himself at the sacrifice of enjoining and communing of thriving and sharing. A human trait of arrogance which cannot exist outside of a humans mind. Behold the universe and apply arrogance, only misery will replace the falsity of that human vanity.

The country of Jamaica beginning in the 1960’s and lasting into the 80’s experienced something of a social revolution which appears lost to history. From those years came Mervyn Eustace Morris the Poet Laureate of Jamaica. Exploring life and death, living and surviving, Morris pens a social consciousness of his brothers and sisters. Not always quickly understood but timeless and accurate, his writings and observations of man, mankind and life stand today. Showing the reader a hallowed ground of allusion balanced with restraint. Indeed forcing the reader to earn the reward of reading, denying his fans and friends or family an instant fix of satisfaction. Writing in sparse and rhythmic verse, he writes as a Jamaican ….

“A Chant Against Death”

say family
say friends
say wife
say love
say life
say learning
laughter
sunlight
rain
say cycle
circle
music
memory

The thing of life, a heartbeat from start to end. He writes from the consciousness of himself.

As the Poet Laureate of Jamaica, Morris produced with neither reluctance nor ambivalence, verse written in ‘International English’ of political ideology. His message being simple and unadorned. Do we too easily become what we rail (verb) upon, socially, morally and unconsciously, “once you choose a side“.

‘To An Expatriate Friend’

Colour meant nothing. Anyone
who wanted help, had humour or was kind
was brother to you; categories of skin
were foreign; you were colour-blind.

And then the revolution. Black
and loud the horns of anger blew
against the long oppressions; sufferers
cast of the precious values of the few.

New powers re-enslaved us all:
each person manacled in skin, in race.
You could not wear your paid up dues:
the keen discriminators typed your face.

The future darkening, you thought it time
to say good-bye. It may be you were right.
It hurt to see you go; but, more,
it hurt to see you slowly going white.

Coffee beans and lemon grass in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.

Coffee beans and lemon grass in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.

Poet Laureate Remarks at Investiture Ceremony King’s House, 21 May 2014
” As Dahlia Harris put it recently, speaking on behalf of Minister Hanna:
We hope for “poetry driven by a freedom to speak of ourselves . . . through forms,
content and language . . . more reflective of who we are as a people.” “

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  • “Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
    None but ourselves can free our minds.”
    ― Bob Marley

 Jamaica in the early 80’s gave me many gifts I have never forgotten nor taken for granted. These children are now the men of their country. I cannot speak for them but only read the wisdom they share to this day….walden

It is Cool in Georgia…


First picture of the New Year 2015 as the weather in the south has gotten in on some seriously sweet polar chill. Witness my denim froze on the rail, in the sun drying.

My denim froze on the rail today.

My denim froze on the rail today.

 Two men are meeting on the street
“It was very cold this morning”
“How cold was it?”
“I do not exactly, but I saw a lawyer
with his hands in his own pockets.”

I would think the above joke on cold weather is somewhat universal, or should at least be understandable, universally. Anyhow……. If its this cold in Georgia then I suppose my friends up north are feeling the chill as well. Stay warm and help someone who maybe less fortunate, its happened to me before and I thank you.

McTell…

A Christmas Fairy Tale…..


Here is a true Christmas Fairy Tale. Brian the groom thought up a plan to surprise his wife to be. This occurred last week, just before Christmas at the Mall of Georgia up the road from where I live. Take a minute to enjoy and celebrate.

Happy Birthday….


Gregg Allman has a birthday today. Never met the man and most likely never will. His music, and the music of his “Brothers & Sisters’ are a large part in the fabric of my life.

A tribute by Pat Monahan performing one of his compositions this past year. Fox Theatre, Atlanta Georgia.

Queen of Hearts.

 

No Clue do You?


I found this on a old disc……….clueless? I have dedicated about 1-2 hours a day to preserving all the photos, mostly digital over the past month. No clue as to shelf life of these disc. Their age is suspect, but and but is the big if, seemingly hit the peak of photos from 2001 until about 2010. What happen to the balance I am clueless. Found a picture of a woman wearing a pair of Zebra boots and another of a cat and a set of the young widowed woman with two dogs.  I hope she made it to Colorado.

Cool…the word I was looking for is archiving. The preservation of pictures of shit that has no meaning to none but me. Even the trunk full of 35mm photographs, the handful of properly displayed vacations and the negatives can be summed up w/a quote(s)?

” For 40+ years I set the dinner table while cooking. When its time for dinner no one has ever shown up. So I throw the shit in the garbage, put the plates, glasses and flatware up and repeat the same steps each evening. Same results. ”

Pretty much sums up the archiving…..(laughter).

New Mexico

New Mexico