it struck me kinda funny

10 minutes later i'm gonna hit the kitchen to fetch some coffee--then turn on bob's ttrh episode of "coffee" and dive into whitman and ginsberg. now i really do wanna finish a good part of that paper tonight, and maybe do the final touches tomorrow.

first, i have to start though. bummer.

once we hit new year--i promise you there'll be a lot to talk about--esp. dharma bums--sicne i haven't really told you guys anything about it since i finished it up. then i have some ginormo theories about dreams and faces of the past.

anyways--i'll take my cue now.

be well.

nyr--keep a better watch of your phone---so you won't give yourself a heart attack every time you think you lost it.

exodus

i'd say it's time to get our minds way down to the gutter.

turns out i was quite understating the situation with sam worthington the other day. i wish i had nobler reasons for this post, but I don't.

and he has a zeppelin tshirt. that makes him--perfect.



nyr--wear your own zeppelin shirt more often.

plums

what to do today---start writing that darn paper. so i'm gonna head downstairs in a minute, stock up coffee and hit the endless realms of uselesss impersonal academic knowledge.

ps: saw that movie avatar. mark my words---that lead guy's gonna be around for some time. he has that buffed up manly attitude with the puppy eyes--now that's a deadly combination. the movie was allright too--even had a decent storyline until it got all "oh i fell in love with you snif snif" speech. long live the hollywood cliches, i guess.

nyr---please please please do better course preparations. if you don't like--hmm let's say--latin america, then, please don't think you'll like it afterwards.

wail

dear allen (ginsberg, since allen sounds weird),

would you like to hear about the best minds of my generation?








well, that was all.

but if you try sometimes....

you might get exactly what you need.

and the pills that mother gives you don't do anything at all

now there is a woman you'd listen to. i hadn't really paid any attention to her before--but i have my psychedelic on tonight. and i think i need to get a bit more involved with the airplane, for better or worse. besides she has a creepily good voice, wrote two great set of lyrics (that i know of, at least)--and quite beautiful too.

and this song is practically an anthem people--i'm telling ya, it's up there with blowin' in the wind. in just a different category, that's all.

behavior lawless like snow flakes

dear god, it's snowing. so amazingly unrealistic in its own way. hadn't seen this coming--just reshaped the entire evening. (yes i am easily amused)

kinda gives a similar feeling that this one does:




edit---dammit i always forget. nyr-- take more pictures in 2010. but first get a better camera.

where have you been my blue eyed son?

i ravaged through whatever i could find to find something that feels like tonight--to post it up here to get my creativity rollin', but nothing came up.

i'm not sure if it's the weather and what not, but there seems to be some sort of a nonresponsive-ness going on around. people seem to be pulled back in little boxes of aimless evaluation. me--i'm all right with things either way. and honestly, what could ever be such an appropriate theme for winter time but desolation? for everyone else, that is. i tend to get happier and fuzzier when it gets dark and damp, i have no idea why, it's just the way things go.

anyways--got stuck in a badass storm today--trying to swim my way through the busy streets of the shattered city life--and i realized rain makes everything unatural miserable. bridges collapse houses flood--even your clothes get heavier on you. buses try to roar but can't repress the thunder, umbreallas knock each other off, rooftops always find you right it the spot to have that one ginormous drop of water puddling at the end fall right onto you with a thump! and you're all wet. jeans stick to your knees and your boots get all muddy and wet.

everything painful that tires you out in a rainstorm is actually something either man-made or forced upon. so maybe its all just a giant fountain to get us all clean and pure. or maybe i'm getting my head screwed over by my loveful kerouac again with his buddha ramblings and noble sadness.

well--oh wait, before i end my reign--here's a fun fact i learnt from bob. apparently, when it rains, turkeys look up and drink the rain until it drowns them. that may be the most interesting thing i heard all week.

all right, i'll wrap up now. be well, be kind and be warm lovers.

nyr--- enjoy the rainstorms even more in 2010. get soaking wet.

make a solid road

ok, i hate posting these gigantic only picture youtube frames in here but i had to get this song up here somehow. i was half bent out the window last night trying to figure out all the sounds that rain made on all the surfaces and in the back--well, in the back, it was 1962.

so enjoy. it's one of those good things in life.



nyr-- write more stories. just--you know, write more.

head in hand

last words on 8th of december--funny day, the way it is half death and half birth--tragic too in its own way. anyways i just wanted it to be known that i haven't forgotten about 12/8/80--the day John Lennon was forced to leave this confused cruel little ball of rocks and fire that we call earth-and somewhere i'm sure he's sharing a very awesome cab ride with someone just as cool. i don't know. it's hard to guess when it's Lennon you're talking about.

anyways--the meaning behind all this--i remember John, so do the entire world. not too bad for a life time cut short, right?



nyr-- spend a bit more time on the lennon phenomenon for the long hours of music in the upcoming days of 2010.

no--bel prize

see that little way of saying the first "nobel"--that is such a dylan thing.



nyr--pay more attention to people in 2010--try to see if you can pin down one signature move for each

a memorable fancy

dear jim,

i dug up that old notebook of mine today. the one that i had bought to fill with poems. didn't came much out of it (or me, i should have said, i guess) but there is this one about a kitten i named after you. it's just a random, weird couple of lines that i put down---probably in the early hours of the day drinking coffee and listening to some old song, if you know what i mean. anyways, it is about me informing you about the kitten's well being--and that it had a bloated belly now and dark black eyes.

well, i lost the cat. god knows where he is now, they usually just sort of put them out once they're grown. harsh world reality, ain't it?

sorry i'm a few days late, but happy birthday. i've been reading blake for the past few days-- for your sake--if it counts. haven't manage to cleanse any doors yet, but i'm trying. be patient with me.

oh and i have a question--what kinda sound do angels make when they fall? is it like a pop or a thump?

--D

ps: here's a funny thought--i was reading dharma bums today and good ol' jack was talking about this chick who thought according to some crazy ancient tibeatean i think lore that she felt like she was the mother of all and everything and everyone and i wondered how that would feel and i decided it would suck out loud since motherhood is such delicacy and unbounded selflessness and sincerety and uncoditioned love as it should be all those things i decided that i was too ripe too egotistical and too scared to be the mother of anything but then i realized a minute ago that i may as well been your mother because you in all you crazy drug induced alcoholic exploded liver obscene way manage to look like a long lost forgotten tragic angel i don't know why but i'm liking this spontaneous writing it or whatever it's called and i just need to wrap up now and i say once more it wouldn't have been burdening i guess to be you mother and blake would have been proud--so yeah that was the point to all this rambling so i thought you should know--

stars for your shoes

is there anything more christmas-y than pulling your gloves off your hands?


that time of the year's around. the crisp fresh cold sweeps the streets. such a good time to enjoy life. midterms are gone.

i have plans for tomorrow night--will be crashing somewhere else so i won't be back till friday evening--but when i do get back i'm gonna talk more about 8th of December, so don't you worry. now i gotta call it a night. i'm getting tired.

'night.

nyr-- bend more broken rules in 2010.

8th of december

it's gonna be a crazy day tomorrow-long hours of courses, tons of homework, then home, work for midterms etc...

but life will stand apart from those.



we'll see.

you should not treat me like a stranger

this song just grabs you tight and won't let go. i have no idea why. gotta be a zimmerman thing, I suppose.



nyr--find out more songs that are capable of crushing your world through the ordinary days of 2010

a supermarket in california

"Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does
your beard point tonight?"--Allen Ginsberg

I'll ask you, ginsberg, where do I go now? from here? where have you gone, and others like you?

is there any chance i may run into you along the way?

doubt it.

bright midnight

crap. found this great archive of all these crazy recordings---ginsberg lecturing on blake and whitman and all. real gems. bummer it's midterms time.

nyr of the post-- in the year of 2010, i'm gonna try out to freak less about how much newer stuff i wanna just digest--books, stories, poems, poets, songs--there will be time, I sure hope.

farewell

i don't know much about the man, but even as i watch his sections in no direction home, or whenever his name or image comes up, liam clancy gives me a feeling of that old land of saints and scholars and a wave of humanity and warmth. funny thing was, over the past few days i was thinking about that advise he had given dylan-- "no fear, no envy, no meanness."

i was thinking about it quite often too.



goodbye, liam. hope you made it to a better place.


ps: as of today, i'm gonna put down a new years resolution for each post that i add. today's needless ambition -- for the year of 2010, i'm gonna figure out a way to make socialism work. i'm not even kidding. you mark my words.

...

man, i'm bored.