dancing and glass
and i am slowly withering away to nothing. all of these hours on my bike, have reduced my body to little more than skin and bone and muscle and blood and organs...etc, etc. weighed myself the other day, and landed at 150 with my clothes on!!! i confess, that being this fit again, for the first time since my early twenties, feels absolutely magnificent. i think of my body as a deer or gazelle; nimble and quick and lithe. i feel more agile than i have in many years. of course, i also feel as though i do little more than work, play music, and ride. my dreams are even littered with images of me on my bike. and so, the time draws near. i leave now in less than two weeks. i have compiled most of my equipment, and feel about as physically prepared as i suppose i could considering i do still play music, work, and sleep etc... broke down and bought a new sleeping bag, as my old one is over ten and has lost its desire to keep me truly warm. and sleep will be ever so important on this journey. so today i putter around, and begin planning my route. the pacifist, cussing again {oh no!!!!!} at little things. oh if only i had the desire to become personally engaged in all of this discussion about jeff pitcher and america. what silliness. difficult at times, not to throw back my thoughts about the true nature of myself, and the sad state of our dear america, which has gone so very far from the democratic and hopeful ideals upon which it was founded. but i remain silent, for i am not here to discuss such things. i am here to render little pieces of myself for you to see and hold in your hands. a piece of broken glass that sometimes cuts, and sometimes reflects the great beauty of the universe. i am red amber, pulled from the arms of south american trees. i am a small boy, in a red wagon, pulled by his mother. mother oh mother. my mom turned 58 yesterday. happy happy day jean ann. may you dance and dance and dance.
Posted by jeff at June 23, 2003 02:16 PM
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Oh,Great Jeff--You throw out interesting ideas,
get sincere, thoughtful responses, pro and con, then have the audacity to suggest that it
is just silliness-- then wishing YOU had the desire to become personally engaged in that
which YOU INITIATED.---I may be missing the
gist of your recent comments- or they must be
either naive double-talk, or the ramblings of
an ego out of control. I do resent the notion
that my loving responses to your projections
in this journal could be considered "silly".--I'd
greatly appreciate a word from you on this.
Gordo of the Grove (as in orange).
Posted by: Gordo at June 25, 2003 12:36 AM
Here here dear Gordo of the Grove...You have written words which I agree with...
"What silliness" you say? Did I read that correctly? You have got to be kidding me. It is you who have added a journal and comments section to this website. If you do not want responses then take it off. If you are looking only for comments that will kiss your ass then I am speechless. To quote you on your June 11th posting, "learning to both ingest and laugh at people's not so gentle criticisms, has become a great lesson for me~" I believe your learning continues...
To quote the talented CK's comments on 05/22: "Please, please do not blather on about "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all." That is the biggest pile of shit I have ever heard. Disagreement is what discourse is all about--artistic or otherwise--and it shames the artist to claim otherwise. Mr. Frank's criticisms are legitimate because they are his own criticisms. Listen to them, and then agree or disagree, but don't try to silence him. That shit is great for dictators, but terrible for the arts."
I say, "well said Mr. Kiefer." This is in no way intended to be a ATOT or pitcher bashing session. I am an observer. I am a reader. When I see or read something that I feel are contradictions than I write.
Obviously I am a fan of ATOT and pitcher or else I would not care and wouldn't be writing. The real world has it's highs, its lows, its attractors, its detractors, its fans, its enemies, its agreements, its disagreements and finally it's criticisms and its appreciations. Learn to take the good with the bad. Do not brush off your fans comments as "silliness."
fan of The Angry Pacifists...
Posted by: Niobe at June 25, 2003 08:38 AM
i am here to render little pieces of myself for you to see and hold in your hands. a piece of broken glass that sometimes cuts, and sometimes reflects the great beauty of the universe.......
Oh, how your sacrifice rends my soul! Long after your fans have torn you limb from limb, one hundred years from now, I shall wear an image of you twixt my great bosom. And remember....the beauty and awe of the universe reflected in your life and the love you have shown us.
Posted by: BigBertha at June 25, 2003 11:49 AM
