Vacation. Gotta say something cheerful for hearing tears roll past rivulets; as glaciers laughingly shed their oceanic ices dripping off cones of fancy.
Pants rubbing sexy; flies abating buzzingly for afor; and thereafter from unbecoming maggots chewing out of alabaster neoned forms slanted brown shadows pulsing red; yet her slighted veined hand powdered by Tiffany laced by deangelo; now rapture closed toward eternity.
Don passes yawns as Monterey baths as three dogs’ night and country Joe.
Where are that what has eluded that new? Left in lurch of something newly? Or the grapes of wrath or sitting at esolen dry mud or deep pools of sage incensed to delirium.
The ultraviolet all consuming the infra red turning all to deep purple.
Either ways it goes within and without boundaries, the chain has pearls attached, strung on , at times overlapping onto each, at times separate, distance almost to nought, but never ever completely separate. That which holds it together to a pthinnest point, that thinnest of all strands acquires immense power to withstand enormous pressure to pull them apart.
Whereas there always remains the tiniest sliver keeping them ever so slightly apart.
The absolute oneness is almost an innumerable multiplicity of all pearls in all the universes with only the thinnest film of distinction within among all the peripheral circumference of all of the circumstantial possibilities within the inconceivable possibilities among the chain of Being.
That is the power, the configuration and the will of what love really is.
That a certain certainy of the light that the miraculous has yet to brighten the road.
It’s rocky terrain unimaginably full of the Rose’s piercing scarletting rivulets. How that pain is translateabke as others’ suffering my pathos, the dereliction of pain.
Back again , even better than last time picture this misting in cafe sunny and delicious:
Sitting in cafe open air, the drift of sandalwood out of antiques shopped tourists accidentally stay, an option if all things sour and Monterey near oh
Summer of love 69, when the Harley was whirring with the passing wind
But that long ago and just asking son Johnny Appleseed hear about the guy who sang walk on the wild side and he says no I say I ask cause forgot but he was thought by Elmore Schwartz a Hungarian balladeer from Columbia?
Feel like kin of being in gods little acre, well in what context dunno but certainly it’s a small sleepy town catering to curiosity about the don passos, ? era and specially the Armenian guy soooo descriptive of the turn of the last century , in the last( ing) millennium.
Remember the time Terry asked to join on his version of marry prankster goofy van to go up to Big Sur area, monte Rey and I said check with boss at post office terminal annex, working 9 to five night that is, Dolly Parton may have disapproved and unbeknownst the great drunk poet ……..German American immigrant whose name almost immediately after concluding something Kierkegaard may have disapproved up, get the knack jack? … anyway back to trucking keep on, reduce Hendrix on the beach getting into Otis reddy, for the big time honey.
That’s wild of a walk, b’side schwartz died alone in a dreary manhattan cubby hole, the teacher of legends, and nowadays who ever that resonates here, literally, or, from a bird’s eye view.
Now wow bird dog, the every bros, just came out with it the same year yours truly landed on Ellis island, 1957 January, sitter island not to be confused with except admittedly so both were/are haunted.
I know because Adrienne asked the tour guide on elice( who doesn’t live heathers anymore and she quickly but sharply answers her that she can not say officially. Now Adrienne is not dogde that answe and I’m now linking it widely and profusely.
So going down to records, the librarian prints it out, yep! Enter Bela felete and Eva Dan Fekete date January 1957! Bow! Even Adrienne is impressed when I show her the faint photocopy.
He worked at the terminal Annex in down town LA ca. 1969, at the time i was working there, without knowing who he is, i probably spoke to him and stuff. I think he may also would have liked Bach.
I’m listening to the Glenn Gould version presently,