trees in the yoga…

today Diane continued her rap about the trees in yoga class….spring is coming she said and the trees are getting ready to open up…

so here now on May 18th spring is here and the trees have opened like a moist vulva…time going so fast sweet like wine while I snap my greed pictures of the fleeting light…never before in my existence have I had eyes so sharp to catch such a fleeting moment…here in the isolation in the cocoon of my miind spilling out the words that reflect the thoughts that never stop….it’s amazing to think that 90’s are almost a decade away to which I say thank god…a dark time in the time of communications with the smell of Bill Clinton lingering over the valley of my consciousness…

it gets okay once you accept just about no one is going to listen to you let alone even read your shit…your freinds hate you the most just remember that…they know your foul stench all too well..light, peeking through the wooly grey clouds, teases me as it sends showering rays of yellow light through the thick green trees…by the time I run out wity my greedy appetite for images it runs back like a young child hiding behind the thick wooly clouds….

I have studied yoga with three different teachers over the last three days leading almost to an interesting perspective…it would be interesting if I were still capable of having interesting peceptions…my mind so warped by lack of sleep and anxiety and sexual frustation and just down right consumed by the fear that never stops that greets me with a freindly hello upon first waking and says a freindly goodbye when I finally toss and turn myself to sleep saying, “see ya in the morning.”

so of course it’s more yoga to stave off the madness that snickers all through the day and when the yoga doens’t work it’s time to drink cheapies and sit deep in the woods both literallly and in my imagination go deep into the perception, justfying it in the name of art, sayiing, I’m just working on my seeing while I trip to let’s say John Doe and smoke cigarette after cigarette..

so yeah, here’s my update on trees in the yoga…

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It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over…

It ain’t over till it’s over…yogi said that…the winter now it hums with warmth…here in the dread, cool music on wbai…and still the people ignore the politics of the imagination…learning wordpress so I can focus on content…the bridge…poems of the nowwhere…people on the train in their suits adopting the policy of the wall street editorial board…very few noticed when norman mailer died…the written word no longer sacred…as is the imagination…oh what beast is this that slopes towards bethlehem…so many years ago that was the question…

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Poetics of the Imaganation…

Poetics of the Imagination…who represents those rights?…here, as the sun comes out through the gloom which never leaves the heart…where are our sunflowers?poetry is gorged on the youth..it needs arrogance to sustains its vision….the new young thing boldly proclaiming the intensity of its vision…I’ve been there…it’s fun…you got laid a lot…but you also do a lot of arrogant things…I’m proud to have kept writing…there’s been a lot of damage that has been done to my person..character assasination…civil liberties trampled upon and yes, when you get older, being completely ignored…when you’re in the latest moment of depravity it always seems like the worse but truth to be told they are all bad…it’s just time that heals that particular wound…

I had aimed to live my life by the poetics of the imagination and for the most part I have…I did a lot of things intuitively that didn’t have a name when I was doing them…like rapping…creating my own media…inventing myself as a brand..the whole bit…and it’s within that well of creativity that I continually reinvent myself…

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The music never stopped…

The music never stopped…the perception of it changed as did the circumstances…sometimes where it was coming from was more like a kundalini drag and others existential nostalgia…the important point is that it never stopped…today, May 24th on the Hudson bike path, Gotama Tang, The Man With No Name, came on…it was fresh as when I rapped it years ago…the music is like that…it’s springs from deep down within the heart space…