mercury in retrograde
prepare for harvest
transcendent beings of light, post race, post gender
message unreceivable
transmissions
emptiness
art perfection
empathy of cancer
dream the future and the past
repression
tony the aquarius was speaking a language i could understand
and i never heard him speak before.
i only heard him play guitar.
he told me about clubs in the midwest with nice pay, and music in ohio and the way things swing here, different, pay to play, whiskey
and people walking by like its the nineteen fifties . . . and the emptiness wherein transmits
all the music through the skull . . .
and filtering, without reservation the lashes of the critics . . .
and taking solace in what was and is perfect
a new sketchbook illustrating the stranglehold had by the unbeknownst
and the repression spoken of . . .
locked up on a regular basis, living like a fugitive
california
you are free
free and running
* * *
i explained to dustin how my brain has an unnatural block on the hendrix . . . due to a traumatizing methadoned-out creepy experience . . . with the jesus looking hippie trying too hard to impress me and just going on and on about the . . . VHS hendrix . . . and then again . . .
i always hated guitar solos . . . until i met kenny vaughan and then . . .
i was the weird girl taking pictures of him looking at me funny like "what's that camera in my face for?" and he and greg garing played dueling lead guitar solos seriously agro at the purple tootsies and then . . . how kenny situated well within the confines of lucinda williams at exit/in . . . . legends . . .
and
the history of presentation, nudie suits, hats, rhinestones, tradition, anachronisms, something otherworldy, fantasy . . .
and thusly moods of norway ring true, and wildean, preposterous or like jeremey irons proustian exploits, all missing were white gloves and prince-nez---
the horrors or a dorian grey,
but dandy talk doesn't suit the gaps and abercrombies . . . oh the days
to be be homogenized, safely away!
david soldi plans to send the definitive picture . . . and
well . . . keep
thinking about electrification and how new this all is . . .
but i don't have time for music much, not now, just silence and words
and of john cage? how keen!
silence
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