Dont own rights, paying mad homage.
Soul Power reminds me of Bowie/Ziggy’s Soul Love
Give it to me, put it back
Can we go to the bridge now?
I wanna go to the bridge…..me too!
I wanna get under your skin.
Gotta feeeeyeeel it.
I need help, I cant do it alone
Come back for more, say it again, come back for more.
Say it again!
You, ball on tha bound, you gotta get down.
You heard him, do your lil thing.
Like most other days, the sky still hung overhead but this day it did so with pink and blue colors, giving the impression of sunset first thing in the morning.
The sun championed itself again, and did not hide.
The leaves outside change and changed again.
Even the leaf in my study, the one I collected from the forest months ago, the yellow one with the tiny green dot, continued to change.
Phase shift from upright to horizontal.
Phasing into sleep, but failing.
Fantasizing about flesh, step by steps, instructionals.
Finally coalescing into tactile sensations aroused from the mind
There came a sharp mental crack-
And the moment passed and the phase shift falters…
Time to remount
Dont own rights, but iggy owns rights to US punk verbe.
This has been reincarnated, to my limited experience, twice ( ala Michael Hutchence < of INXS, RIP > and the miraculous Deftones and MJK).
Listen to this track on great headphones and hear so much additional quintessence.
James Brown calls for ‘Bridge?!¿ like no other.
Dig it.
Why does this Harvard mathematician say that science is built upon the axiom “0 exists”? by Joshua Engel https://www.quora.com/Why-does-this-Harvard-mathematician-say-that-science-is-built-upon-the-axiom-0-exists/answer/Joshua-Engel?ch=99&share=e5b9759c&srid=CWTwk
I do the words and let others do the math, generally speaking.
So , I appreciate those that can communicate numbers into words.
Words should still not be considered second to numbers.
It’s not a competition, to say the absolute least.
Tartarus. Classical mythology
The place of punishment in the lower world. Originally, a dark abyss as far below Hades as earth is below heaven, and later the abode where the wicked undergo eternal punishment.
This is from my F&W dic. Spooky. There are 4 further percussions of this world. If interested, do ask.
Yeah, we used to call her Struggles.
Cuz that’s what she does.
Locked up in the struggle box………..
Yeah, but she’ll be all right. She ain’t smart, but she’s cute enough.
betrothed
beholden
bemused
BESPOKE
BELOVED
beatitudes
befuddled
If not why the eff not. Barely over 200 pg and quite novel for a novel.
Re-reading it at mo, great bit from p8
He had thought more than other men, and in matters of the intellect he had that calm objectivity, that certainty of thought and knowledge, such as only really intellectual men have, who have no axe to grind, who never wish to shine, or to talk others down, or to appear always in the right.
Doping up our heroine, Jack is on a roll again.
Punk love and Animal Sounds are some motifs.
And sexy sex perhaps.
“Obviously, this concerns an interactive process: the interaction of observer and observed in a dialogue of light.”
This is probably true of other ‘vowel words’, but the purposes here:
Words beginning with the letter ‘a’ that contain more vowels than consonants tend to be interesting words.
Fascinating words from my OED Concise
apogee ; abelian ; abiogenesis ; ablative ; adiabatic ; aisle ; aerobe ; atiology ; avacado ; axiom ; atrabilious ; ab initio
Any collective noun is of interest to this lady
Shrewdness of apes
Blush of boys
Observance of hermits
Exaltation of larks
Pity of prisoners
Unkindness of ravens
Tolle Lege is spoken to Augustine in the garden, yet it often feels like it was a former self of mine who told those words, or rather sent them through time/space/matter to his mind.
And by ‘self of mine’ I do not mean my ego but somepart of everyone, something spoken by many, many people and heard by many, many people through Augustine’s esrs.
Words stream out of my minds mouth at breakneck speed.
Fantasies of unknown play at night of my mental reel to reel.
I’ve handwritten thoughts and fictions of many sorts.
I’ve been on my back in bed many a sleepless night.
I’ve sated myself, sated another, finally gone.
Now I delay and find pleasure in ache.
I’ve stood on my toes and arched my back with arms extended to firm during moments of restlessness.
I listen to music to move like the creature of touch I am.
I’ve stretched out on my side and felt the weight of my breasts shift against my camisole.
So why do all I want now is a man to whom I can talk to dirtylike. Lovesome submission desired, yet shy of. For whom do I cultivate my body, face, and mind? Aside from for my own pleasure, of course.
I told my sister I live to work and she said gross.
She misunderstands. We all work all the time.
We all move from a place we could call motivation to action.
Do you know yours? If so, what it is and how does it change?
How does it make your garden grow? Does it feel glad in the rain and sun and cold or heat?
How do you balance the swinging pendulum that becomes time’s arrow’s trajectory?
How do you know when to flee the vital activa for that which is its polar opponent?
Can you tell if you’re moving with no mirror to see?
Painfully lonely, not so much.
Suspensed in waiting for manifestation. Arouses my want for love, flesh, desire.
I own no rights owned. But even Jim Hendrix had this dude play his tunes, and Bob Dylan ostensibly landed songs to Hendrix, so here we have links.
Trivia, SRV played on Bowie’s Let’s Dance.
No rights owned, but mad homage.
Steely Dan. An epiphenomenon. Even if you dont like their tone, check out their namesake and a bit of trivia. Much like J. Mitchell, if you dont like them now, you probably will eventually.
Dont own right, but cant help but pay homeage.
Icon, from love, to fashion to his boys, Charles Bradley knows what’s up…
WrittenCasey 