World Poetry Day 3/21/19 Poetry & Music,All arts Humanity's highest achievements. The long pair bond history tells our story in a way Science doesn't.
Here's a song,Lullaby of Railways ,from Wires|No Wires ,an album at its heart ,dedicated to Poets & artists. Science is the head,Art is the heart. Got the chance to put my hand next to one imprinted in the Lascaux Caves, Many times ,through travels & residency in the desert Southwest,have I sat long days with the pictographs, petroglyphs ,walked the geoglyphs,The facts of science ,with all due respect to the scientific method (which I also love),change as they are replaced with new accepted facts.Art ,however,is an unbroken line of human expression,who we are,and it can be referenced over millennia,unbroken truth.I think of the Kogi people,for first time in London, or anywhere away from their home in Colombia. They were at an observatory,where the astronomer,arrogant,says "Maybe the Kogi will have something to learn from us." (This is from the film Kogi made ,Aluna). He brings out a photograph taken by the Hubble telescope of an infinitesimal corner of our galaxy. Then he is amazed that the Kogi find the only star in the picture,have a name for it ,as well as everything else in the picture! Then not so arrogant!
You say we've never met
Who you foolin ?
We can't trust the internet
We try to light a little campfire,
Cause it's a cold thing
We've gotta stop censoring our heartbeats
Cause baby we go way back
But sleight of hand's not working
like it did when
We were surrealists in Paris cafes, smoking
surrealists laughing til we were choking
surrealists passing coded time bombs
surrealists going green with absinthe.
You forgot the words you said
even as you spoke em
You asked me to marry you 1/2 serious
Baby, were you 1/2 zen joking ?
But I'll be round to keep em safe
remind you to remind me all's not broken
As long as I am listening
you got my ear, not tin
surrealist in a seashell, on the half shell, at the beach side rock n rollin
I never surfed
but I'm learning how to read a poem
You can see a good wave
once you've hit the bottom
Underneath, the undertow
the underworld, the underpinning of it all
Then you see, you clearly see the patterned truth unfolding
Then you can forgive and let go.
I could be Anais Nin and you my Henry Miller
but I noticed bohemians and gypsies are both trending
so we'll have to settle for our own down low , tailor-made bar (and happy ending)
and a rag tag surrealist army.
(But now that I've found you, I'll never let you go.
Now, that I've found you , do you think I would ever
let you go? )
No, I won't hold back
I will let go of everything for you babe
to mend the fragile links
once so strong, for that I'll keep stringing you along, babe
It's the bond, the longing....
It's the bond....our long pair bond
the song of starlit rails and galaxies spinning.
And I will rock you on the midnight train
every midnight hour
my surrealist hobo of the starlit rails , poet
I will rock you on the midnight train to Georgia
I'll keep on rockin you on the midnight train to Baton Rouge
I'll keep on rocking you on the midnight train to Tupelo
I'll keep on rockin you in the bosom of Woody Guthrie's heartland
I'll keep on singing Hank Williams' song of the lonesome whip-or-will
Don't care about the towns, the flags
all I care about 's the soul...
AND BOY, do you have soul.
That's why I will rock you on the midnight train
my surrealist hobo of the starlit rails not ashamed to say, poet
....my sweetheart hobo of the starlit rails, I'm not ashamed to say, he's a poet.
and who knows how to spell whip-or-will HA HA
We hope you'll join us as we wander a small patch of desert near Joshua Tree WITH our friends the Joshua Trees,as we talk of Cabbages & Kings. New things will happen every day,we don't know what they'll be ,but we're ready. COuld be some song creating & playing as the spirit moves. It's all a grand improvisation.
I lived in an old homesteader in Wonder Valley,California for a year & a day,& discovered such wonders there even though my life runs on an old dirt track | the sublime to the ridiculous every day.These songs|poems|stories are a diary chronicle of those days of wonder. Trippy alright & my landlady's name was Trip (meaning trip in the snow|Snow White no relation to Jack)& she was a trip and a half in & of itself.I also did the Lizarus in Wonderland show live faithfully,out on the hot streets or out in the desert alone in glorious silence except for the bombs on the Marine Corps base. There are many more videos not uploaded yet from this experience. Hope you'll take some time & take this trip with me. I make all of this for you,my unknown listener & I love you ,though I will never know you. I know your time is precious. I want to give you a gift of time & space to wander in,like a book of life. It's a movie that never ends,wishing it could step out of the screen ,tear off the veils.