Wisdom keeper

Here I have condensed my ongoing list into a single page. To join the Gratitude Community, visit http://aholyexperience.com/.

1) kicking up a six-inch carpet of oak leaves along ATV paths

2)      naptime

3)      a 21-month-old snuggling down with absolute trust in your arms

4)      having so much to give that you never lack for ways to exercise creativity

5)      NEO

6)      cousins who are willing to share their woods

7)      friends w/whom you can pick up where you left off, even after a long absence

living parents

9)      living grandmothers who get to know their great-grandchildren

10)  porch swings

11)  a little tumble-kin swimming laps and stretching around the obstacle course inside my abdomen

12)  the joy of giving joy to someone else—especially a child

13)  a fiscally responsible husband, who ensures that recession is nothing more than an inconvenience

14)  the smell of dead leaves

15)  sight

16)  always having another goal to reach

17)  an extra-good choir rehearsal

18)  sunlight breaking all along the crest of the hill beyond the creek bed

19)  leaning against a tree in the woods in mid-November.

Right on, except…

I will never bother you
I will never promise too
I will never follow you
I will never bother you

Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won?t be afraid of fear

No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to fail

Pain, pain, pain
You know you’re right
You know you’re right
You know you’re right

It’s so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let?s talk about someone else
Steaming soup begins to melt

Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You won?t be afraid of fear

No thought was put into this
I always knew it?d come like this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt this real

Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

You know you’re right
You know you’re right
You know you’re right

Pain

–Nirvana
“You know you’re right”

“Save Me”

You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet

[Chorus 1:]
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
[Verse 2:]
‘Cause I can tell
You know what it’s like
The long farewell of the hunger strike

[Chorus 2:]
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

[Bridge:]
You struck me dumb like radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman

[Chorus 3:]
You will come to save me
C’mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
‘Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

[Chorus 4:]
C’mon and save me
Why don’t you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone

Aimee Mann’s hauntingly brilliant song that sums up this feeling completely and with a beautiful sadness, lilting up and out of the pain into some kind of sublimated communique.

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Bob Dylan’s Letter To Jerry Garcia (via Musical Stew Daily)

2 great American musicians, composers and roots-enthusiasts (Bob said Jerry was one of the greatest American guitarists and banjo players), thought of while listening to Willie Nelson play with Johnny Cash.

Bob Dylan's Letter To Jerry Garcia We linked this article the other day, but didn't mention this artifact. We found this letter that Dylan wrote to Jerry Garcia very interesting. It's valued at $45,000 at auction. More info: Dylan was looking for guest artists for a Jimmie Rodgers tribute alum when he dashed off a note to his longtime friend Jerry Garcia. Dylan asked if Garcia would do some yodeling on the album. "You don't have to yodel, but if you want to yodel, that's OK too… … Read More

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Rock painting as post-novel narrative

http://midemnetblog.typepad.com/midemnet_blog/2010/07/the-future-of-content-protection-is-in-the-business-model-.html.

The future of storytelling. Me, I’ll always be partial to what I am going to call the evolutionary climb from rock paintings (see France, Anasazi and various other sticky caves, pre-bacon-and-eggs stalagtites and mites, versa) to messages on papyrus, in bottles, the first love letters, ode to eyes and the Other, who would become known as God, et al…Et tu, Brutus? the golden ages of the Iliad, Romeo et Juliet, Mother Courage, Angels in America, rock and roll (Rolling Stones, Dylan and Bruce/Dead hold the reins, for me, for some reason today, maybe Jimmy Fallon’s Emmy routine and b&w photos that keep surfacing of Bob’s hair and Keith’s skinniness, almost always holding a guitar–his muse–, eyes closed far past nodding out or around a show) to now…the digital prognosis? Just to spite the survey’s leading ways, I said I preferred print, a book, a manual to get my information (from a life coach–live chat is too much maybe and in person would be best for someone of my conclave, heaving forth lyricism til it can’t be contained, ‘we will beat them all to dust’ perry ferrell sings and I have been compiling a most depressing singer list from Alice in Chains to Soundgarden with Pumpkins and now Jane’s thrown in, I think, for now; Nirvana’s deep-seated depressive irony had a catchy ring to it, must like the Stones are survivors while the Beatles were are meteorite, ending up parachuting down to guru-land with rosemary’s baby and lucy’s diamond sky over elton john’s piano bar now…)

The point of all this? My narrative is, at times, mostly what I have of any nomenclature, any transitory, evaluate-able, relational, arbitrary, quantitatively disruptive, qualitatively bereft, absent of conscious mental clarity, any opinion whatsoever but what the puller of the chain thinks, instead of what can be beamed across the satellite, a basic subversive for good, the safety, healing and accountability by this point, some kind of myopic glaze lifted (no matter how fun to follow like a Palin family in Hollywood-land update or the idea that you can never really check out, you can sell out, and how long you hold out is an art form of itself.
Like redemption a la pharmacology, the science of determining what is witchcraft, what is repeatable therefore closer to fact, science v. faith, math v. word. The Math fails to conjure up the power of the idea of the Word, because we speak, only counting for some estimation, flawed at best, unless it’s counting phrases in music, the space between notes on paper is pretty nuts like an abacus video game –think revert, update, assimilate, absorb, translate — for now…no matter how TMZ never fails to rivet, the People’s Court face saves the day…like snarky lawyers and upright profiler heroes we see on network tv mythology…)

“the end is coming soon, but not soon enough…
coz if robert’s dad is right
we might not make it thru the night…
wish you were here,
wish I was too…”
Wilco, storytellers for my generation, my age, roughly a 139-year span, if you consider, well more like 103, that’s safer, +60 is pushing it and -44 would be kinda cuttin it close on the other end, so you say, those born old enough to be my grandparents so 1900 or even 1895, plus 100, and we are at 105 years all around me — how will those who are 22 be in 22 years? What a mixed blessing that time was…no? Right before, the proverbial shit hit the fan.

I feel like I am constantly in some state of reliving and revisiting until some [secret] mystery is unlocked, and the codes are confusing and have too many switchbacks to come to any meaningful conclusion that doesn’t involve narcissistic nihilism on some level. Misery loves company and all that, twofold, jerry-rigged (have to look into that) promises or even standard assurances you attached to, too early? Too automatically? Too unforgiving?

I hate hating life, the time wasted, there’s the math intruding in on blissful lyrical mess-o-logy, methodically placed, hampered, in need of revamping, and here (or there, it doesn’t matter, really) trapped by circumstance (living in the wrong time period — great ‘fantasy’ thriller hybrid genre; with sci-fi sub-strata, spin-off middle gaia mother olympia orca oceania europa botswana land earth, as a thought, but how much energy gets applied, that’s the dilemma, at this time, in the narrative).

That is what I ultimately ascertain, as the ‘reason’ — other than faith, mercy, grace, which underlie action, how to put into vocation, that is the other question (as if! There are too many!) — for trying to perfect this craft, this thankless junior mundane of a student body nurse called in to set a leg — after the ‘break a leg’ addendum went to the legal dept. for another round of signature analysis — ah, all my thoughts go to a horrifyingly comfortable-at-first-until you realize-what’s-really-going-on Philip K. Dick land, with subterfuge thrown in by Jungian subcutaneous laboriously lumberings along through the wilderness recalling Eliot, Coleridge, Whitman, Emily/Edna/Charlotte/George/Sharon, Kundera, Dostoyevsky, Miller, Borges, Octavio, Neruda, Adrienne Rich, Gwendolyn live, Audre’s pink book and courageous mileu, Sylvia’s delving the depths, Anne Sexton’s 50s stuff your brain in the easy-queasy bake oven mythology, to whatever did or didn’t free us [I feel pretty enslaved by the failure of the dream, for what it’s worth which isn’t the paper this isn’t printed on or the coaster-scribed histoire d’age, of particular rationale or shared legacy of legends.

Witness to the Fire: Creativity and the Veil of Addiction by Linda Schie Leonard – Powells Books

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via Witness to the Fire: Creativity and the Veil of Addiction by Linda Schie Leonard – Powells Books.