space is where all the good stuff is happening
nothing happens,
and we are writing chronicles.
these magnets aren’t srong enough.
and i m not at all who i thought i was,but that s no surprise.
it s a beautiful dayin a goodbye way.
shapes & sounds … gems for now … reasons for gratitude:
from “True Love Cast Out All Evil”
http://www.rokyerickson.net/
“Forever”
words and music by Roky Erickson
Without One, there would be
an empty, empty, empty space
With One, I can see
One’s own face
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
One is not a style, One is not a trend
Just the thought of One, makes me smile
And One tells one…. we will never end
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
One is not lost, one is again
with One, one has the pleasure
as of knowing One’s own name
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
Not for a little while, not for a day,
but forever forever forever
One shows one the way
“When he opened the door, he found a room filled with many symmetrical, glittering objects surrounding a central throne …
… a throne out of various old materials like aluminum and gold foil, old furniture, various pieces of cardboard, old light bulbs, shards of mirror and old desk blotters. He had pinned it together with tacks, glue, pins and tape.”
“the further we moved out into the edges, the stronger the notion of (and our hope in) a center.
had we known at the time about the void in that alleged center ….”
Act directly only where you can act out of a positive and constructive impulse.
The remaining other 95% of cases to be handled in a different way – e.g. by transformation, refactoring.
the illegitimate son of jaques brel and pete doherty lives down our street.
days of elementary pleasures:
lydia lunch, diamanda galas in the marble church. work on the land,
sow, saw, see, the dragon fruit, a fire, the chain.
there is a hole in the ground in our garden.
the red fox lives there.
he is a clever one.
he hides himself in written word.
he draws the world’s mechanism on a piece of paper and leaves it to us to decipher.
clever little fox.