Saturday, May 30, 2009


...The last few weeks went by in a trainwreck, firefight, slowmo, high anxiety, draw as if my life depended on it kind off way. My migration route was disrupted by what, I have no idea.

That's the way it goes every now and again. Nobody to bitch to out here but me, so I squirm like a worm on a hook inches from the mouth of a big fish. And what do I do? Give him a choice finger.

If inspiration won't get you there, often times naked bravado is worth a shot.

Right then, listening to early Ahex Twin, old Bill Nelson, "chance encounters in the garden of lights", some Saafi Bros., John Cale, Krush Kale, and the new Punditz disc.

Enjoying Lucien Levy-Dhurmer's pastels, Gail Poroki's "Opened Apples" stuff ,and the strange melancholy semi-landscapes of John Atkinson Grimshaw's paintings. Not a bunch of film that jumps out at me right this moment.

I should be getting a cover rough to "Fracture" soon.....can't wait.

Guests from Italy at the end of the month.

Up on the drawing board,..." Heliosphan", "Nemesis" and "The Persian Envoy".

Poppies blooming in a few days.

Life simply is...........


Tuesday, May 12, 2009


A flute made of reed.

NEFES or breath that animates.

NAR the fire that transforms the breath.

SU breath and fire becomes water the balm and solvent

Gold to lead to Gold.

For the last two years, a pair of Baltimore Orioles has nested over my drive way. The Spring season has advanced far enough for then to return.

The feeder I've placed near to the nesting sight was visited this morning once again by the male bird, who was being seriously harassed by a much larger and aggressive bird.

The most remarkable thing happened. The male Oriole never ruffled a feather, rather he took a submissive posture and began to sing. He sang as if the bells of angels lived in his throat.

They have naturally a amazing song but this was so loud, so clear and unrelenting that the bigger bird actually backed away and flew off.

The beautiful bugger sang him down.

Air to fire to water. Intent, transformation, peace.


I'm just a window washer. It's my job to keep the dust and grime off the glass so others that look can see what they see.

I sing the dirt off your eyes.

With love,