Who and what lady does not love fancy fingering from a fellow?
Percussive and resonant.
Fugue played on breath and flesh
Breath, respite, breath….etc.
Unapologetic forwards.
Shuddering into turn outs, again and again
And round about.
Cloaked in opaque context doing little to hide the fact of desire.
Suppose it is what is,
Ad well as what it might and will be.
I want you so bad, babe.
Its driving me mad.
Shes so heavy.
That simple and endless.
Bass on guitar? What is spot on?
An example of perfect mix
Back when heavy meant something else too?
Holy effing snap. A classic from Ziggy becomes epic here.
Dont own rights but have mad love for these ‘uns.
Good intro song for non-fans.
Take a moment to appreciate the tension in the picture. Highlarious.
See if ya recognize any of ’em.
The sun shied back into the woods, partially concealed behind a cloak of mist and residual angular trajectory.
It gave the morning a quintessence of allure and glamour, even including that tinge of melancholy which the Vested feel.
I suppose nostalgia may be a more apt descriptor than melancholy.
Then again, I guess both words are completely right & dexter yet, simulateously, inappropriate.
The sun tests the boundary condition between night and day; everyday it rises.
I test the boundary condition within to see how supple and malleable I be without shattering into infinity just yet.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, as this gal understands, is no fool.
I read The Idiot in highschool, for personal ed as opposed to curriculum and yes, it was because I wanted to impress myself by reading Russian lit unguided. And yes, referencing this on AP exams 15 yrs ago was conducive to high scores.
However, I was spared the light~gel of literary criticism in my reading of The Idiot.
It was only later I heard I heard this novel was widely allegeded to be a mere allegory for Christ.
Screw that. Dostoevsky knew better.
So did Augustine.
See it and them another way.
David Live 1974 full album: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLV2SQzMY9xAl285xh2GDgSib54pci7w8v
Cheers to nickreeves, who suggested a song that led to my discovering this.
Wowza canowza. Aem still digesting but had to spread the words ASAP.
No rights owned, mad homage being paid.
Slightly aggressive, especially if feeling
Partially cornered
Total arousal of senses. Endocrine ; adrenaline ; spite but not smite at The Smug who think shes blind.
Eyes cutting sidewards, upwards to the left or downwards
i.e. any way but candidly.
Only one mouse spoke words to make her honest shudders occur.
UnLike the ignorant liars, soothsayers, mad pipers, would be priors, et al.
Facading smile worn in protection of someone or something. Such a precious, protective pretense should be judged not.
We keep Stretching until tendons roll over bits of lingering softness.
Until ligaments distend symmetricaly and transform that which was almost unrecognizable into something that is inexorably unrecognizable.
Gravity is invariably variable.
People look incredulous at this assertion, but love hearing about the moon.
It’s not wrong or untrue to say howling at the moon is more appealing than Feeling gravity.
I can point at the point.
I can ellucidaye the gravity.
But it must be walked, its weight felt,
The effect on body in motion and body not in motion.
Inaction cannot be taken for granted
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Dont own right, but cant help but pay homeage.
Icon, from love, to fashion to his boys, Charles Bradley knows what’s up…
Do not own rights, just paying mad homage.
Many have done Proud Mary but few compare to this reinterpretation.
Creole delta blues babe!
Incorrect to assume that time is one dimensional.
Let’s imagine 2D time in the pic below
Vector. Precession. Equinox.
Circadian. Cellular time.
Astronomy
*rotation of fixed stars (!) and precession of the equinoxes
, seasons on the planet, circadian rhythms of daylight and darkness, evidenced by cellular time.
Here we encounter the challenge of extrapolating between these two dimensions.
Eventually may we reconcile our eternal being with our transiency.
>the Mind bypasses its middle range, dismisses the conditioning it has been subjected to.
Eternal being : transciency?
Seed : plant?
Seeds: DNA remains constant, mutating very slowly if at all.
Plants: which unfolds the seed in an incomparably faster time sequence.
I try to imagine absorbing cosmic energy on inhale, as
–converging inward–
by repeating space inverted in a vacuum inside.
Space only has meaning for matter.
Perhaps at transcendent levels of our thinking-space is irrelevant.
A gradual transitions between extremes and expectations
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